Emptiness is all I feel, without you here.
I walk past your room, searching for you.
How can you be gone so soon?
A life taken before its time.
You're my sister though, why don't they understand.
You can't be really gone, you're only 20.
And each night as I lay down to sleep,
I hear the echo of the train whistle.
It cuts me like a knife.
A deeper hole than I already have.
You're only 20.
So why aren't you here?