How does that just happen
How can someone be gone
Disappear
Without a trace
Where do they go
Why do they have to
Leave
The tears
Are probably the worst
Because they are the truth
The truth that it’s over
He’s gone
What do you do
When all you need
Is to be in his arms
And he’s already so far away
How do you help
When you’re hurting
How do you hurt
In this world
When there is no time
To sob, to pray
To miss what is gone
Is to be broken not once
But over
And over
Again
I guess that’s what you get
When you lose someone
I guess that’s what happens
In the end
If I had the choice though
I’d rather he be gone
I could not have him suffer anymore
So all in all
I guess it’s for the better
But I don’t understand
If something’s for the good
Why do I feel broken inside
Death is a terrible
Terrible
Thing
But is life really that much better
A beautiful lie
And a painful truth
To live and let die
Or to die and let live
Or to cry
Just cry
That’s all that I can do
And the tears are the worst
Perhaps, because they’re real
Perhaps, because I can feel
And what is feeling
When he is gone