The Rest Of The World

Already gone, He was already gone

Tell me how did it feel to discover

In a darkening room, he was taken too soon

In the mid-afternoon, undercover

Silent and still, by a grave on a hill

While the rest of the world was busy changing

I was losing my mind, losing my mind

While the rest of the world was busy changing

All the way home filled with vessels and poems

I was thinking of words never spoken

I was falling apart, falling apart

I was cursing my heart for being broken

For being broken

I was cursing my heart for being broken

For being broken

I was cursing my heart for being broken