I know we'll probably never meet again.
But, I want to be friends till the end.
I write in your yearbook CALL ME!', but you won't.
And I know it.
At my new school, I'll be a stranger.
New faces.
All the judging, prying eyes.
None like yours.
All of you are my friends, but no one acts like it.
I'm a cast away.
In the middle of no where.
Will you miss me?
I think not.
Will you think of me?
Probably not.
But, it doesn't matter, because I'll be missing you.
