I thought the day, before you died, that I should say goodbye.
I thought, that I should walk down, and erase my frown.
I thought, "Tomorrow will be the day that I borrow."

You lasted longer than we thought, and that was the life we lead. 
"DNR," is what happened, because that's what you said. 
"Goodbye," will always be in my mind, as the word that never flied.