4 a.m. Reflection of scars Cold I am no comfort Can't think Everything is lost We're wasting so much time When lives are on the line All I want to do is cry Why do you have to die? Picture of you Made a mess of me Pretend to miss me when I'm gone And think I've always been my own We're wasting so much time When lives are on the line All I want to do is cry Why do you have to die? Being here Being here