Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

I don't know who you are anymore.

In fact, no one knows anymore, not even your best friend.

You have changed so much, and truth is, I hate the new you.

Therefore, I'm done with you.

It's for real over, and I am ready to move on.

So good luck trying to be the best you can for the next week hoping I will be back.

I won't.

High school is over, and so is this.

I'm sure you've got a new girl or two on your mind anyways.

Good luck with that too, not gonna happen.

Thanks for the memories, even though they were'nt that great.