What will I see
When I walk through that door,
A new kid in our gang,
Or my best friends no more?
Haircuts, makeup,
A new wardrobe perhaps,
But will they be those same friends
Who once made me laugh?
Will Pixie still be punk,
Will Ryan still be funny,
Will Noey and Perky still get into fights,
Will my own Pink still love me?
Will Bella still be a genius,
Will Iggie still be a dork,
Will Stuey and Nick still be fighting,
Attacking each other with forks?
Will everything still be the same,
Or will it all cease to exist?
While these memories fade, the doubts seem to stay,
And I hope I haven't lost what I've missed.
No dearest, it won't be the same.
We don't talk to Perky hardly at all.
I don't talk to Stu, he never calls.
Noelle is the same as far as I can see.
And I won't even talk about me.
Marcus, is marcus, that's about it
Isa has gotten darker, just a bit
I dress much more prep and light
And none of us talk late into the night
I don't laugh quite as much as before
And I took all the signs off my door
Ryan is still funny, but much more mature
And Marcus still hasn't changed his nature
I haven't talked to Nick forever
So will it be the same? No, never.