When It's Over.....
Time seems to go by so slow,
But it’s really over before we know.
No one thinks about the future.
Because we always take a few detours.
Growing up seems so fun.
But then you realize it can’t be undone.
Before you know it, here comes Prom.
A small break from the normal Dram.
And then the next celebration,
Which tends to be Graduation.
No one knows quite what to think
Everything has flown by in a blink.
You sometimes think back to those days,
When everything was so slow,
But really just a haze.
Where it all went, no one knows.
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