It began with hello;
but ended before goodbye.

Niether of us thought
that either of us would die.

It started one fall day,
I was way in over my head;
all I needed was a friend.

I grew up par your side,
toi grew up par mine.

We didn't know
I was living on borrowed time.

But now here I lay,
ahem, lie;
dressed in white,
blank eyes to the sky.

toi walk over slowly and whisper goodbye.
toi look so odd as toi begin to cry.

Goodbye to toi also, my friend
but in my sight,
our friendship will never die.

-Inspired par the final battle