Time is running
out
for
us.
Five months left
and it's summer,
you're gone.
Next year,
high school.
I'm gonna
miss you.
Let's be friends
now.
So it doesn't die
when you leave.
If you go to CSPA,
it'll be easier.
But you'll forget me.
I'll
miss
you
baby.
Our
time's
running
out.
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