I'll never forget
The friends I met
I'll never forget
My home, my frets
Frets that seem tiny to the fact
That the car is ready and the boxes are packed
I turn around, observing the home
That for eleven years I have roamed
And take a moment to notice its beauty 
I hope I'll never forget
For the first time, my eyes feel wet
And I shove my sadness away
As I turn and leave the house
I'll never be in another day.
Its overgrown flowerbed,
The white brick walls,
The scrawny bushes that never grew tall,
My bedroom window, where I used to sleep,
Now in my memories I will keep.