Last I heard she was doing great
To every class, she was never late
Last I heard she was doing fine
Never uttering a single whine
Last I heard she was bad
Walking around, face looking sad
Last I heard she was absent for days
For so long, no one’s seen our face
Last I heard she’s gone from here
No one shed a single tear
Last I heard she swallowed pills
On everyone’s backs it sends chills
Last I heard her funeral’s tomorrow
Everyone’s definitely filled with sorrow
We walk around with our heads down
Wishing we spoke to her more often
Wishing we smiled to her when we passed
Wishing we never ignored her
Wishing we were there for her
Wishing… just wishing.