The first loves,
And the close friends we've made.
The fear of leaving,
And moving on.
These years then will be gone.
How do we say good-bye,
To all the memories,
And never be able to go back.
These years,
So hard to leave,
For our lives were built around them.
But our lives must now be built on memories,
On memories of the times spent there,
With our friends,
Laughing and crying,
Over these times.
And now we cry over the end of these times,
They may be over,
But the memories are on going,
And these memories will keep us going,
Laughing and crying,
About them.
So good-bye to these times,
For they will be many more to come.