Im sitting here at home not doing anything, but not doing nothing thinking of that wonderful night thingking of you and me Then I hear the phone ring I wonder who it is, but I dont really care I'm still thinking of us I listen as the stairs creak as someone comes up the stairs I don't care I'm thinking of you My mom comes in the room She looks sad and I ask what's wrong she says noting and hands me the phone I say "Hello?" I hear "Hi Alex." I recognize that voice It's your mom She says there was an accident She says that someone died I ask who it was, but i already know It was you I'm sitting at your funeral hearing the preacher talk, but not listening listening to your laughter then you say you love me I cry and cry and cry and cry Then I stop and have an idea I go home and search and search and search I find it My dad's gun I put it in my mouth I'm about to pull the trigger I'm scared but I don't really care I'm thinking of you
final scene · Tue Nov 03, 2009 @ 01:48am · 0 Comments |