When I would lay down at night,
over and over I would recite,
"Please God, let him be alright."
Now the day is here.
The day I most fear.
The day I can't help but shed a tear.
I drive up slowly knowing the fault is all mine.
I walk through the gates at half past nine...
I'm not a minute late...I'm right on time.
I look around the lot and see
everyone's in white but me.
I should have listened. I should have known.
You weren't lying. Without me, you were alone.
I look around. I see a smile or two.
I wanna shout, "What is wrong with you?!"
We gather around you, not a word to be said.
I don't get it... don't they know that your dead?
They lower your coffin and I bid good-bye,
bowing my head...the only one to cry.