You fell down asleep in the snow.

No more excuses; you've been informed for years.

Did you know it's your own fault you're all alone?

It's hard to feel sympathetic towards you and your tears.

You told me not to cry when I stood beside your hospital bed.

Wouldn't you cry if your hero fell apart year by year before your eyes?

You have let your selfish pain cause you to be so terribly misled.

I've been disappointed for so long due to your endless lies.

And though you have no guts to stand up for anyone or anything,

you have the nerve to ask me why I say goodbye.

And I ask you why you drink.

Both have similar answers:

To try and get rid of the pain.