The world moves on

I'm afraid I've lost you

I'm sorry I didn't understand your note

I couldn't save you from yourself, or so...

 

A girl from your class told me what happened

But I couldn't understand a word from her

"Your screams are too loud", I say

But she leaves me crying on the floor.

 

Someone invited me to your funeral

A black pen says it was you

But I couldn't notice you on the paper

I laughed and kept doing my thing

You said it wasn't my fault, but it feels like it is.

 

All you left was a picture on a newspaper

Something I would grab every few weeks or so

If it wasn't for it you wouldn't be a song

If you tried to prove something you were wrong

Because the world moves on and you're gone

And all you've left is a ghost.