Yesterday
I found out- and time stopped
That Labor Day was the last day
While I was partying he was alone
I don't know the details, the hows, the why,
maybe I'll never know.
all I know is he is gone
I'll never see his smile or hear his laugh
except in my head
I found out- and time stopped
I cried and I couldn't stop
Now I'm just angry
Why didn't he ask for help?
Why didn't he talk to someone?
Why did he do that?
What the heck Donovan
You're gone and I'll never have my answers.
It's senior year, Donovan.
There'll be a football game on Friday
You won't be playing
There'll be band today
You won't be goofing off
There'll be first period every day
You won't be in your chair.
Why?
Will I be able to look at that chair
In the corner of the room
Without feeling sad and angry?
Two days ago you killed yourself
Yesterday i found out- and time stopped
Today I woke up and you didn't
Tomorrow you'll still be gone
And I'll never know why
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