Verse:
It was just another story,
written on the second page,
underneath the Tigers 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 of Friday,
at the Laurence funeral home,
then out on Laurenceville highway,
they'll lay him beneath the stone.

Chorus:
How do you get that lonely,
how do you hurt that bad,
to make you make the call,
that having no life at all,
is better than the life that you have.
How do you feel so empty,
you just want to let it all go.
How do you get that lonely,
and nobody knows.

Verse:
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 dad forget,
to say I love you son?
Did no one see the writing on the wall?
I'm not blaming anybody,
we all do the best we can.
I know hindsight is 2020,
but I still don't understand...

Repeat Chorus

End Verse:
It was just another story,
written on the second page.
Underneath the Tigers football score.