1. ABSENT ONES

The feeling of loss is one I know too well.
The endless guilt all I do is fucking dwell.

So many questions unanswered.
No shoulder to lean on.
You're supposed to be here.
How the fuck do I carry on?
A vicious cycle of emotions run rampant.
Silence is perpetuated, I cant fucking stand it.

But now its too late, and now you're gone.
The weight of everything is keeping me from standing strong.
I feel so hollow, I feel so lost.
It kills me knowing that you wont ever pick up when I fucking call.

If only I could stop you.
Something could've been done.
So many friends around you.
By many you were loved.
I know its not as simple as reaching out.
The dark corners of your mind present you to all your doubts.

But now its too late, and now you're gone.
The weight of everything is keeping me from standing strong.
I feel so hollow, I feel so lost.
It kills me knowing that you wont ever pick up when I fucking call.

Why do the good ones always have to go first?
I cant keep losing more friends that suffer the same curse.
Desperately longing for the day we are relieved of all this pain.
And I'd take it all if it means that you'd stay.

And even though the sun dont shine much on this part of the earth.
We will carry on just for you.
We will carry on just for you.

This never gets easier.
This never gets easier.