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