A scratch in a casket is not something you would expect.
With the meaning attached, you think someone would have checked
But with you I expected nothing else.
A public flaw presented beautifully.
You did just the same.
Wore your flaws beautiful and proud
But some remained hidden
These were flaws of the spirit
Flaws you didn't show
Flaws we didn't know
If you only showed like the casket
A scratch we could have prevented
Or maybe we should have just asked
And your casket wouldn't be cemented.

It’s hitting me harder now than ever
Writing simple, pretty words
Made it realer than ever
Did you smile through the pain
Just to make it bearable for everyone else

I know you lost a best friend once
But is it fair to cost many one as well?
I know you weren’t one to think ahead
But people loved you
It may not have like that to you
But you could have put the stress on us
Instead of the rope

Everyone you made smile
Which was everyone
Loved you
You never judged anything we did
It made you special, you avoided dread from everyone
You made me the lover, avoiding fights
That I am now
But even now, I have to deal with you,
The lover of the light
Dying
And this is really something, no one is attributed too.

I want you to go to sleep with a smile
Thinking you at least got what you wanted
It makes my life unbearable
But my decisions never controlled you
A breeze that blows freely
Amongst the trees
Because of you, I will model my life accordingly
Free from all,
Never stopping
I'll just restart from the power you've given me
Move on, and bring any smiles to the friends I can, even if my power starts dropping.

Is your life an epicentre for death when two of your best friends, mother and brother, are dead before you can grow a beard.
What if you add the mothers of two more best friends, followed by your own grandmother?

It's the thoughts like these that lead to the bottle or the nearest crutch.
What if the crutch you seek was the cause of half those tragedies?
Should you look elsewhere even if it holds you up?

You were always happier than me, but maybe you had help.
Maybe this help numbed instead of soothed.
And maybe I shouldn't have been sleeping when you needed to talk.
But maybe now the crutch that let you fall is the only thing helping me walk.