I’m trying to think of the time I last saw you Did we have a good natter and a drink that night Every day that goes by, I think more and more of you What were your last words, I can’t recite Next I see you in the chapel of rest Where I’m holding on, fighting back the tears Trying to be strong but feeling depressed Broken inside because we lost the years But you’re gone now and that’s the end of it all No more calls in the day to talk about The Weeknd You’ve got no more to say since you had that fall I wish I could hear you once more young friend So many years you wanted to fit in So much agony and tears and all for what To feel good that you’re one with your kin But my dear boy, you were a diamond uncut I often think now about the 27 club How you joked about Jimi, Joplin and Cobain I wanted to come by and see you at the pub And talk about those guys again and again But life gives and takes from day to day And we all have to pick ourselves off the floor To think about laughing and learning to play Not to forget but to keep asking for more So let me tell you something my young friend You are my hero, my idol, my superman I am proud to have known you till the end My dearest, sweetest, gentlest young man -- Nima Razavi