Goodbyes
Four years spend behind a desk listening to my teacher lecture
The four walls around me as I wait for that clock to strike to the last bell
I sit in math class learning about vectors
Looking at my grades I see that now I'm walking on eggshells
Three years pass and finally its the last year
I am exicited to leave and get out of this prison
A few more months and I will get ready to cheer
As I dream about soon becoming a perfect musician
The clock ticks down and so does the year
Soon I begin to realize that this is beginning to be hard
The class of 2015 thoughts were so clear
My last report card
How unreal I look at all my friends
And begin to cry
This was it and everything was changing
And now I have to say my goodbyes
Goodbye to my friends
Goodbye to my teachers
Goodbye the finally words I say as I walk across the stage
As I walk to get my paper in my cap and gown
This was the end
Never again would I see the faces in the crowd
And this was my goodbye
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