It kills me that you’re dead,
It kills me that you’re dead,
It kills me, but I have to live with it,
It kills me, but I have to live with it.

You said you’d be here forever,
But you unintentionally lied,
You said you’d leave me never,
But couldn’t, even if you tried.

How empty promises can be,
How hollow words can be,
I shouldn’t have befriended you,
But it was understandable, knowing you.

I know you are gone,
And at times I feel so alone,
But I’d gladly pay in sorrow,
The price of a friendship with no tomorrow.

The present we lived so briefly,
Is a present I cherish so eagerly,
At least you died knowing you mattered,
Even if you didn’t know “why?”, you muttered.

By now you know if there is a God,
If the stories we were told were true,
If so, thank him for me with a nod,
For all the times I said: “My friend, I love you.”