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.