"i love you" was hard to say
though i said it many times after
i was a little boy,
insecure and uncertain
i was still growing up

"i hate you" was needless to say
though i said it many times
he was still so young
how to prepare for this
we were still growing up

look at your pictures
ones you took
the ones of you

think of your words
words you spoke
my words to you

i knew you had to go
i know we'll all go someday
things we know but don't want to hear
i guess it's for the better

"you can go now" we all said
words un-imaginable to say
became beautifull to say
words filled with compasion
you can go now!
it's for the better