I guess you're really gone now.
I guess I never believed it.
God sent me the memo two years back.
I guess I never recieved it.
I guess that car crash killed you.
I guess this isn't false alarm.
God took you home two years ago
I guess someone really did you harm.
I guess you won't be home for christmas.
I guess you won't be at graduation
I guess you won't be here to make fun
Of all my silly boy infatuations.
I guess you won't be at my slumber party
I guess you won't have any little girls
With your pretty little nose and eyes
Or your pretty red-blonde curls.
I guess I cry alot with purpose
Not to make you feel guilt for your charade
That wouldn't have been very nice at all
If this were only one of our games.
I wish you would come back now
Holly's not okay without you
You're mom's says if you come back
She'll promise not to ground you.
I guess you're really gone now.
I'm not sure how I feel
You've been gone for two years now...
It just now hit me: it's real.
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