I couldn't tell you if it's real,
or how long it's gonna last.
I can't say how it's gonna feel,
or why it goes so fast.
I wouldn't know how long it's gonna take,
or how quickly it'll pass.
I don't know what feelings it's gonna create,
and how many meories will dash.
Really, all I know is how much it means,
and why it feels so new.
Or how I've witnessed all the scenes,
and caught all the cues.
I know there were a lot of photographs,
I can answer that there were lots of people...
And a whole bunch of laughs,
maybe A few leapers.
I'm gonna miss this place,
and I'm gonna miss those times.
I'm gonna know I was there for the race,
and there for the cries.
I'm gonna miss all the friends,
and hate all the fights.
Cry at all the ends,
and recall all the nights.
I'm gonna miss those hugs,
and all the late night phone calls.
I'm gonna miss all those shrugs...
but, mostly, I'm gonna regret all the falls....
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