She's lying on the bathroom floor.
Her parents don't know why.
Her brother is 3 months old, her sister is just 3.
She stopped breathing; her life just stopped.
She took her own life, and wasted a bottle of pills.
I'm sitting here thinking about what I would do if she were still here.
Would we be laughing; would we be crying?
My life hasn't been the same.
I miss her more and more each day.
She's lying in her coffin.
In the dress she would wear to prom.
I sat there with my eyes fixed on her.
I hoped, and dreamed that she would wake up and say that she wasn't dead.
The pain's there, I've been crying.
She's gone, gone, gone…