Sitting by your grave, day and night.
Remembering how we always used to fight.
Thinking to myself, why I just had to bite.
Maybe this was the best thing to do, maybe I was right.
Everyone standing behind me, row by row.
All the men, wearing some smart-looking bows.
I just wanted to say, that everyone misses you a lot.
And no-one even knows the real reason on why you died, full-stop.