"Black" by Pearl Jam

He wanted her so badly. They were great friends and might have been great lovers, those gentle, poetic, funny, out-of-place souls. But she didn't want him, for whatever reason a woman doesn't want a man who would be perfect for her. No, looking back, it was probably for the best, they were probably too much alike for it to work. But he was hurt bad.

So he spent the entire summer brooding, moping, pining for her. He kept apart from the rest of us, spent much of his time alone, comforted himself with his own particular taste in music. He took a bench from the dining hall and wrote onto it the lyrics of one especially depressing Bob Dylan song. That's when I realized what a sorry state he was in, my friend, and in many ways my mentor.
At the end of the summer, he gave everybody a copy of a mixtape with one song dedicated to each of us. His song for me was the first one, "Iron Lion Zion" by Bob Marley, and I felt honoured. His song for himself was "Black" by Pearl Jam, and I felt like a worthless friend for letting him suffer like that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs-XZ_dN4Hc