The days just keep flying by
Until the day I'll be leaving
Everything I've every known
It's not the same as an infant teething
But it let's me know I'm still not full grown
Tomorrow is just one day closer
To the end of my highschool life
And the end of everything I've created
It's not going to end in terrible strife
But it will be an ending hated
When I wake up, I'll be in a daze
On that last day I'll come to see
That my childhood is done
It's a funeral only for the loss of familiarity
But it's celebration that we finished the dry run.
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