How can I tell you what I feel inside?
Raindrops roll down windows, like sad tears
What else can I say as I flash the years?
The mem'ries, so intense, the nights I cried
Where do I start to show just how I feel?
The whole thing seems like borrowed time to me
The fear consumes like cold reality
A fogg'd dream, or can it be real?
From the beginning when we were so dear;
The finish now looms with no future clear
So late or soon we'll all go sep'rate ways
We'll think of high school as of faded days
Please take me hand, once more, in yours real tight;
We wish teen years farewell and then goodnight

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