Another letter

I don’t exaclt know what this is, a song that was played at my friends funeral came on last night during work and I don’t know.

It’s coming up to a year, a year without your help. A year without your voice, words of wisdom
A friend I could always turn to, I still write to you
I fill you in on what’s new with me
How much your son makes me smile
A spitting image of you, it almost hurts
You left your mark, you never truly left
A little goofy, such an infectious laugh
That sly grin, a miniature you
I sat and the night spoke to me
It tells me to fear what I don’t know
And be wary of what I don’t understand
How cruel this world is, I don’t understand it
26, you never made it to the club
21 and people say I’m young
But 3 days, you were numb
Make the best of it while you can, I was told
Because you never know how long is left
Life isn’t just another tape in deck
I wrote to you today, another letter to the grave
I know it’s in vain but I don’t know what to do
I heard your song on the radio
I felt your presence briefly
I heard you sing along
Took me back to the nights we threw away
Getting fucked up on cheap beers
Crying on your shoulder because of another girl
Another day, another issue
I wouldn’t have had it any other way
Pissing the fortnights pay
Hanging with friends getting fucked up
But now I’m torn in two
Life can be short so I should get a grip
But how am I meant to enjoy it
I think I’m starting to slip
But if I’ve learnt anything from this...