and as the sun cracks on the fields we talk of all the plans we made and all the things we'll be, the ones we wished away could have been the best days of our lives,
we come and go, we are..
the last bell rings it's time to go, 'i'll see you soon' but we all know this is the last time, and when we look back all we'll see is the best, is the worst, and nothing in between, as we all move on , we all move on.