Things don't stay the same,
It's the same with people.
How can I rest now,
With that on my mind?

I'm scared of losing my friends.
They're what kept me alive.
If I lose them now,
How will I survive?

If she turns into a prep,
And him into a jock,
Where would that leave me?
At the face of Death!

Things don't stay the same,
But one thing that I'll always wish,
Is that we can be friends,
Now and until death!