Allting har ett slut, så det här inlägget tillägnar jag mina nu före detta klasskompisar, mina solstrålar, min klass 93a.  

I can hear them say I love you like it was yesterday

And I can see it written on their face that they'd never felt this way

Now i can tell, here comes goodbye

Here comes the last time

Here comes the start of every sleepless nights

The first of every tear I'm gonna cry

Here comes the pain

Here comes me wishing things had never changed

And that they would be here in my arms forever

But here comes goodbye