you're gone.

I got a phone call in the middle of November And I heard some things I'll always remember I heard the worst words a friend could hear They were stating that you were no longer here So I sat there in my tiny dorm Staring at the off-white blank wall I asked my dad why it happened And it's such a shame, it's such a sin I sat there and stared My conscience couldn't be found nowhere I wanted to unhear everything I looked at the ground And didn't want anyone to be around Why do they always leave so early? Why do they always leave? I talked to my dad for a couple hours To try and forget about the news of ours We talked about everything under the surface But nothing could drown the thoughts that had a purpose I sat there and went to a practice room They said that they were soundproof but they're not Anyone could hear me from Boylston Street I sat there and inconsolably weeped I sat there and stared My conscience couldn't be found nowhere I wanted to unhear everything I looked at the ground And didn't want anyone to be around Why do they always leave so early?