I hear the word in the hall
over and over again.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Did he or didn't he?
Everyone's got a guess.
Still no one knows for sure, except Gabe, but he's not talking. Why does it even matter? He's gone. His, ours, theirs- blame needs a place. His, ours, theirs- pain all over the place. His, ours, theirs- forgiveness missing from this place.
over and over again.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Suicide.
Did he or didn't he?
Everyone's got a guess.
Still no one knows for sure, except Gabe, but he's not talking. Why does it even matter? He's gone. His, ours, theirs- blame needs a place. His, ours, theirs- pain all over the place. His, ours, theirs- forgiveness missing from this place.
( Lisa Schroeder )
[ Chasing Brooklyn ]
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