I'm writing a story of me leaving Moochy
I don't know what to say when i feel this way
So i thought i'l let the paper and pen to cast it away
Because i just can't imagine how it ends, hopefully it wont, i beg.

I sometimes wonder why on earth i made friends
With someone whom i know i will surely miss
But having a friend like her when you feel like you're getting nowhere
Is like the best option you have in order to get there.

This is the third time she made my imagination fly
How i wish i could hold her hands and wipe her tears when she cries
Hug her tight and tell her everything will be alright
Because honestly i always want to spend time with her everynight.

I once asked myself why i can't get over this
This feeling of sadness everytime i think of the moments we shared
It might be because of the place and the boredom it brings
It makes us lonely and long for the people we miss.

But i don't think it's the right answer to my question
Im pretty sure there's something more
Whatever it is i dont wanna know it
It might change something great and things might need to be mended.

I somehow feel sorry for myself sometimes
I hate it when i cant control my mind
People come and go, yeah, that's true
But some part of me just can't let go.

If there's one more thing i wish to do before i leave
It's the funny thing i and she always tease
I wanna pull her close to me and kiss her gently
That way we can taste each others lips. (hahaha!)

I wonder what to feel when im with my friends out there
I might tell them alot of stories i bring
But there would always be a part i cannot share
For it belongs to me, only to me, in my memory, and it will stay there.