But don't be mad for too long. I kinda feel as though your mate got the easy way out. Life ain't all roses and chocolate buttons. It's a big disappointment at every turn, but you love it somehow. You wait for good.
You owe it to yourself to live and mourn the lost, to seek the good. And if you try hard enough, you'll get it. Just bide your time. You'll see. In the end everything's all nice.
He's probaly gone some place else now. I reckon to another existence. Not in heaven, but somewhere, maybe nice or not. But he's out there somewhere. That's what I like to believe anyway.
Just feel good. Feel happy. Don't let his death linger too long. You don't need the anguish. You shan't have it. You need to be happy.
I wanna make sure you're gonna be happy.
Please be happy