boy you make it easy nto forget we ever metnall this talk of keeping touchnthere's been no talking yet sontell me when you're ready mannand i'll call you my friendnbut i don't mind ncalling this the endnnboy you make it easy nfor a girl to lose her headnlosing sleep and losing timenhey losers never win sonshake my hand call it a tienand i'll call you my friendnbut i don't mind... ncalling this the endnnthe end...nnboy you make it easynfor a memory to bendnfact and fiction fadingninto one confusing blend but ni'll remember good things now nand i'll call you my friendnbut i don't mind... ncalling this the endnnthere are people who have changed my lifenthere are faces i have left behindnif you aint up to it i'll let it dienbut its up to younto change my mindnnboy you got it easy leaving nstarting over freshnabandoning beginnings that nyou brought to life and leftnso pack your bags and say goodbye nand call me sometime friendnbut i don't mind...ncalling this the end