My question is simple. My question is thrice.
When did it happen, When did it hit you, and what was it like?
My question is deep. My question is thin.
It’s as simple as the air that you breathe in.
Why did you go? My mind I loved you, …no.
I can’t seem to remember, I can’t seem to forget.
My question is lost, my question is gone.
It left with you, and the light just wont come back on.
The sun has stopped, the moon has too,
It would appear my world stopped spinning,
Where were you.
