Nobody Signed My Yearbook

We met in school, in second grade. We laughed a lot.

We liked to play. Then you grew up, and you went

away. We have a book. It's full of names.

I walked the halls. I looked for you. You can't be

found. You've left the school. The years fly by.

I see the book. I turn the page and nobody signed

my yearbook. What's wrong with me? I see a thousand different faces,

staring back at me. Nobody signed my yearbook. What's wrong with