It's like sitting on a time bomb,

Only three years left,

Waiting for my world to end,

And another to begin.

So I've more or less been thinking,

About what it will be like,

To laugh and cry and say goodbye

On a day we won't forget.

And maybe it'll be happy,

And maybe it'll be sad,

But the one thing I know for sure,

Is only memories will be left.

So when I say "I'll miss you"

And you say "keep in touch"

It's just a sweetened lie

To keep from breaking hearts