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 oleh your side,
anda grew up oleh 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.

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

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

-Inspired oleh the final battle