We were laughing,
we were joking,
but the phone call ended it.

We rushed,
we panicked,
your mother embraced us.

There's too many white walls,
I thought this world was supposed to be
black and white.

Yet we sat there lifeless,
feeling like you took our souls with you.

We were standing god knows where,
we were lost, especially your cousin.

There's too many black umbrellas here,
and it's raining, as if the sky is mourning;
or is it your tears that were being shed?
I thought this world was supposed to be black and white.

Your cousin didn't come,
but he does his usual routine.
Eat, work, sleep.
But it seems you took more from him,
than you did with us.
He is lost,
and you are gone.
g o n e
you are g o n e
and we all want you back.