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 por your side,
tu grew up por 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.

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

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

-Inspired por the final battle