The best people die young, they say
This cruel world they can't endure
I shivered in the month of may
For grief find me a cure

Thoughts that feel like physical pain
These feelings that I can't explain
Felt lonely in the month of june
You left me way too, way too soon

Are you watching from above?
The start of my new fragile love
I felt so anxious in july
By him briefly passing by

I could not sleep
For more than a week
Thouhts too dark, Feelings too deep
The stairs of life just way too steep
These nights in august
Are yet the hottest

Can feel your presence in the air
Let me go burn some thyme
I used to envy your long hair
Soon enough it will be time
For your birthday in November
I'll try to always remember
That it's actually in october
I was able to get through it sober

All these months, days and years
That are without you yet to come
Take all my blood, sweat and tears
Then I won't bring them along