You…

From what I can see,

You got it so much worse then me.

What right do I have to be sad,

When you’ve got it twice as bad?

What right do I have to lie down and cry,

When all you wanna do is lie down and die?

From what I can see,

You’re always there for me.

But where I have I been these past few years?

All I’ve done is left you alone with your fears…

You’re a good friend,

And dieing is not the end…