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