Everyone I Love Is Dead (Edit)

Everyone I Love Is Dead (Edit) - Type O Negative

Seems three years

Though maybe four

Someone drops dead

Whom i adore

You love someone

There will be grief

The kiss of death

Lips of a thief

Goddamnit

A dusty stack

Of photographs

Of times I've cried

But mostly laughed

Commit the past

Into blue flame

Acrid smoke

Cowardly shame

Goddamnit

At times I'm truly terrified

Cause d**e and booze

Don't help to hide

They're used to mask

A weakling's hurt

It's just like painting

Over dirt

Everyone I love is dead

Life's a game I cannot win

Both good and bad

Must surely end

The mirrors

Always tell the truth

I love myself

For hating you