A Musical Tribute to Bruce/Bernice (the Fish) by Daboa

Bruce was a part of our lives for months.  Now he's gone.  I wrote this song to play at his funeral, which never took place.  Here is my attempt to perform it.

Lyrics:
Bruce or Bernice, you always just swam over there
But now that you're deceased, I realize how much I care
you were never a fighter, I wasn't surprised when you died, but when I start
Thinking of seeing you sinking, my heart starts to wail inside

Ahh (x2)

I never meant it, when I said I'd pour soap in your bowl
And though i thought you demented, your wellness was always my goal
You were always beside me, you were cold and wet to the touch, and when i was
Hungry I'd want you inside me, but I knew that I loved you too much, now i sing

Ahh (x2)

Bridge:
I'm sorry for always mistreating you, acting like I was the boss
I hope you'll forgive me for saying that you'd go well with tarter sauce

All of my wishes, came true when you entered our room 
Now you sleep with the fishes, and I'm wide awake in my gloom   
you will always be with me, I'll think of a fishStick and smile, and when I am
Lonely I'll picture you floating, and I will be glad for a while

Ahh (x2)

Oh Bruce, since you came into my life I haven't been a perfect person.  I've said many things, things I'm not proud of.  I joked about your minimal intelligence, your pathetic existence in that tiny cubic foot of water, and your lazy lack of movement, except of course for those times when you would spas out and whip around the bowl like a monkey on crack, tossing blue pebbles everywhere.  And I know know that isn't even half of it. I know I joked about pouring Ajax into your bowl and, when you wouldn't eat, about putting you out of your misery with a shotgun.  For some twisted reason, I thought it was funny.   Can you ever forgive me, Bernice?  Although I constantly threatened your life and always tried to shock you with the static electricity from my coat, I always secretly appreciated you.  In a 5 man suite with only 3 residents, you were the closest thing we had to a 4th, and I never took that for granted.  I simply expressed myself poorly.  So Bruce, or Bernice, whichever,  if you can hear me from that great fish bowl in the sky, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive this crazy troubled young man.  I never meant you any real harm.  I love you and I'm sorry.

Ahh (x2)