The last promise
A squeal of wheels.
A hand on the brake.
Those where my last memories,
Before I met my fate.
He told me I wouldn't die,
Wouldn't die...
My best friend told me
I wouldn't die.
But he was wrong.
I feel my strength going,
These bullets in my skin.
I'm off to join my mentor,
I hope they'll let me in.
I think I am going to like this.
Better than any game.
Maybe he was right, my friend.
What is dying anyway?
