The little feet that only walked in your footsteps...
The little hands that once held yours are asking...
Four years from now,
Will too much have changed...
The end of the year is around...
graduation is coming up...
As our eighth grade year comes to an end
and graduation day is near...
The time has come and gone so fast
As we sit here remembering the past...
Before tomorrow comes,
Let's pretend this never happened...
It's graduation night -
nothing wrong with a little fun...
The time has finally come
For us to leave this place...
Its about time
to graduate...
We walk one last time as
hues of black and orange...
*ok so i got a message from someone saying that...
I'm graduating
I'm infatuated...