I'll Catch The Next Train

 
It's been 12 years since my friend Eddie died
a battle with cancer, a nightmare in cries
Friends turned their backs on him, except just for me
connected in tragedy, just him, just me
This bond that we made with the reaper nearby
has transcended his death and one day even mine
We were no stars, mediocrity ruled
yet those celebrity friends, by far the most cruel
They all turned away and refused him support
and even his girlfriend had faded from port
But the more they turned, so did I, to him
we fought and we fought, this cellular sin
He won, then he lost, then he won one last time
this twenty-five year old had committed no crime
At the end the reaper won, a hypo taped to the wall
and I wasn't there, my absence an eternal fall
His call I never heard, add this to my hells
two days after his birthday, candles to bells
He was my best friend, I'll never forget his time
this fate is ours... yours.... and mine