He looked at me, whilst I looked at him may death do us 'part A game to see, who would first throw the dart Childhood friends, long times ago memories which have brought upon a tear Are now remembered in her own thoughts as she plays his game of fear silhouettes of our memories broadcast on his bookshelf only to remember how he once played himself sitting there before him, after years, to him, she gives her heart only to say goodbye again, Mihael, till death do us 'part {I don't death note or any of the characters, enjoy reading (:}