Two hundred and five people
Two hundred and five chances
those glances i got from them vast like forest
But those pristine eyes caught me by surprise

Seven-hundred and thirty days
Of  talking to you and yearning with myself
In the times of early May or July
I was just with you in a room of our friends
Yeah the time of the clean slates sure does fly

Twenty nine classmates I knew by heart
Twenty nine new moments of fun
But when this all ends only one stays in this field of grass
The girl whom is the pedestal of the statue of us