it was the kind of story you read all about

in the final paragraph of a suicide note

a broken apology screamed into nothing

shattering the glass but nobody’s home

stumble outside and look up to the sky

rain coming down while you’re screaming out why

did things really have to end this way

what’s the point of waking up to face another yesterday

falling to your knees and you’re all alone

hands clasped and eyes closed in a desperate prayer

letting go of the hope that something would change

time to understand that they weren’t there

stumble outside and look up to the sky

rain coming down while you’re screaming out why

did things really have to end this way

what’s the point of waking up to face another yesterday

they found you in the morning with your head on the ground

you’d slipped away without a sound

no more pain on your peaceful face

they say that you’re in a better place

stumble outside and look up to the sky

rain coming down while I’m screaming out why

why the hell did it end this way

every tomorrow feels just like yesterday