It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football score
It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age They found him face down on his bedroom floor There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone
How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call That havin' no life at all is better than the life that you had How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely and nobody knows
Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun? Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol? Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son? Did no one see the writing on the wall?
I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can I know hingsight's 20/20 but I still don't understand
How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad To make you make the call That havin' no life at all is better than the life that you bad How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go How do you get that lonely and nobody knows
It was just another story printed on the second page Underneath the Tiger's football scoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
