I always thought you'd go out with a bang
But it just wasn't in the budget for a lightshow
Although I still see the poetry in simplicity
It still hurts to breathe and I won't deny you anything
This scar has grown with years passed in minutes
I promise as my eyes grow red I won't be ashamed

You exit the stage so suddenly
As if it weren't written for the screen
But you sure stole the scene

Before the curtain falls and act two begins
A comedy of errors is heard rising in the hymns
You bare your heart, a slipping grin
A story to be told of untimely ends
When the curtain falls and the audience goes mute
Sound the trumpets to cover the noises of change
I let the years pass in moments once again

You exit the stage so suddenly
As if it weren't written for the screen
But you sure stole the scene

A shot of sound opens act three
The final part of this tragedy
While sleeping alone the curtain opens
Upon this we see, a quietly sleeping fantasy
Happiness just radiates, upon cold complacent emptiness
The lights go limp aimed at the ground
A siren, distantly begins to sound
I always thought you'd go out with a bang
But never so soon
This should not be the crescendo of your life
This should be the middle and not the end
Where could a sequel possibly fit in?

The curtain closes the narrator states:
"For this is what happened that day"
He progresses, filling in what we did not know of them
Of their families, of themselves
That this did not confirm that life is hell
As I heard his voice meander on
I thought of you, once and twice
I'll never stop narrating your life