Texty: John Vanderslice. Everything Changed.

I heard the sound, dull smash of shatterproof glass
Everything stopped in the parking lot
For a little girl, face down on the ground
We all knew that she gone
All came near, no, nothing was said
I had never seen somebody dead

For me, everything changed

Understand I was very high
I just quit my job, no, I just got fired
The day she died for me, everything changed
Could?ve been the blood in her matted hair
Or how regrets of the dying are added to the air

For me, everything changed