After the farewell, We'll miss our hangouts,
The Way we Deal The Troubles,
And their figure outs.
Feeling Drowsy In the Boring Subjects,Taking Fair Intrest in some little Objects.
Borrowing your sweater, When its Dark In a Cold Winter.
The Race after the Ringing bell,
Alike someone spoke a magic spell.
Performing stunts as if In Circus,
Running together without any purpose.
Stay in touch! They said, Without you there's nothing to annoy,
Who thought this wasn't just farewell,
This was an official end of our Joy.