How can you measure love?
How do you lose a friend?
How do you know what there is up above?
how do you know it's the end?

I'm sitting in my room thinking of what I have
I know I should be grateful, but somehow I just cant.
I think about my friends, the fact we fight a lot,
about the question of the hour: who we love the most?
We spend our time together, more than the others do,
I guess it's only natural that 4 would split to 2
I don't know where's the limit, I love them 3 the same
Cant measure what I feel, that's not the way I am.

I think from time to time about the day I'll die
Cant say I'm not afraid, that would be a lie.
Do you ever think of heaven? Or in other cases hell?
Do you think I'll meet an angel? I wont know what to say.
I think about my funeral, I wonder what they'll say
they'll talk about my marks, I bet they'll praise my brain.
I wish I could be there, to see what people say
it doesn't really matter, I'll still be facing death.

They say it's not the end, they say I'll reach the sky.
How can they be so sure? it's not like they had died.
But energy doesn't disappear, it just changes its force.
Maybe I'll live another life and come back as a horse?

So tell me how can you measure love?
Or how do you lose a friend?
How do you know what there is up above?
And how do you know it's the end?