I am bidding goodbye,
To the epitome of my soul;
My memories try to tie,
And boggle me down in the hole.
It is time,
To stop the flowing emotions roar;
I order myself to mime,
And stop being a 'bore'.
I am what I am,
Because of what you have made me;
Here's wishing you loads of wham,
And hoping that you will never forget thee.