And that night,
When the show choir sang that song.
I realized everything would be different.
Everything would change when summer ends.
They will both leave, in different ways,
And I will be alone, yet again
No one to hold, no one to talk to
Everything could change when school ends.
She will graduate. He will move.
The others will stop talking to me.
I will be all alone. They will be gone.
Everything will change when May ends.

-3nwlry