Like a whisper
Or an echo of a ghost
That silence swept through our dim lit halls

That day you left
That day you took what can't be taken back
Your life is such a tragic thing to waste

From hellos and handshakes in the hall
You were always there
I was always afraid

I'm sorry I wasn't there
And I'm sorry for the things they must have said
I hope it haunts them â??til the end