Life won't be the same,
you'll be a Junior next year.
Being a Sophmore is gonna be lame,
without you here.
The little kisses,
and seeing you before classes.
That's all about to change.
No more note passing,
or sharing lunch.
Why does it seem,
as if my life is going crunch.
I walk through the halls,
looking for you.
Next think I know
I begin to notice,
the red, white, and blue.
Just six months apart
that's all it takes,
to be on different levels.
You're in the class
of 2014.
I'm in the class
of 2015.
Six months is all it takes,
to mess up a graduating year.
I'm going to miss you,
I'm sure you will too.
The closer it gets,
to leaving you.
The more it seems,
I just look at the floor.
Wishing we would never
have to walk out that door.
What can I do,
when all I think about...
IS YOU?
Now I look,
at your locker.
And remember,
six months is all it took.
You can never,
live by an open book.
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