Dulce Mori Cum Amicis

To live and die among your friends,
Is sweet and kind enough.
But living here,
With you and him,
Is pain and fame enough.

I have to leave,
I have to go.
I claimed that I was fine.
But all in truth, I cannot live.
Not happy, tough or blind.

We'll meet again,
Of that no doubt,
I will not let you go.
You are my friend.
My best friend.

It's him that's in the rough.