It seems the time has come for us to leave.
We must make haste or we'll not be received.
Our callers will leave us stranded and lost.
Time pulls off towards its narrow end.
We arrive just as they are leaving.
Caught them, in time to reminisce.
We thought of days gone by. Expierences past.
The good times we recall, all really fun.
School, dances, clubs, shopping at the mall.
Catching a movie, when we should have been in class.
Sneaking out for lunch, just for the hell of it.
Getting caught and spending detention together.
But now it seems, fate has other plans.
YOu have to leave, we have to go.
Different paths, that hardly cross.
We go our own ways and sadly separate.
We say we'll be back soon, we'll hang again sometime.
Promises are made. But fingers are crossed.
We know it'll be years before we're free again.
Fates a cruel mistress, tempt her not with happiness.
Her weapon of choice, irony it seems.
She likes to watch our hopes rise.
The she crushes them out of spite.