you're gone.
I got a phone call in the middle of November
And I heard some things I'll always remember
I heard the worst words a friend could hear
They were stating that you were no longer here
So I sat there in my tiny dorm
Staring at the off-white blank wall
I asked my dad why it happened
And it's such a shame, it's such a sin
I sat there and stared
My conscience couldn't be found nowhere
I wanted to unhear everything
I looked at the ground
And didn't want anyone to be around
Why do they always leave so early?
Why do they always leave?
I talked to my dad for a couple hours
To try and forget about the news of ours
We talked about everything under the surface
But nothing could drown the thoughts that had a purpose
I sat there and went to a practice room
They said that they were soundproof but they're not
Anyone could hear me from Boylston Street
I sat there and inconsolably weeped
I sat there and stared
My conscience couldn't be found nowhere
I wanted to unhear everything
I looked at the ground
And didn't want anyone to be around
Why do they always leave so early?
And I heard some things I'll always remember
I heard the worst words a friend could hear
They were stating that you were no longer here
So I sat there in my tiny dorm
Staring at the off-white blank wall
I asked my dad why it happened
And it's such a shame, it's such a sin
I sat there and stared
My conscience couldn't be found nowhere
I wanted to unhear everything
I looked at the ground
And didn't want anyone to be around
Why do they always leave so early?
Why do they always leave?
I talked to my dad for a couple hours
To try and forget about the news of ours
We talked about everything under the surface
But nothing could drown the thoughts that had a purpose
I sat there and went to a practice room
They said that they were soundproof but they're not
Anyone could hear me from Boylston Street
I sat there and inconsolably weeped
I sat there and stared
My conscience couldn't be found nowhere
I wanted to unhear everything
I looked at the ground
And didn't want anyone to be around
Why do they always leave so early?
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Writer(s): Brendon O'sullivan
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