One Last Summer

This is the last time.
The very last summer that I will be around.
I'm sure you'll be happy.
But maybe you'll miss me, somewhere in your mind.

So I'm saying goodbye,
And I'll be seeing you.
No more at 4 Privet Drive,
During the summer time.

I look at this cupboard,
Where I use lay down under the stairs.
I'd dream about leaving.
Though I never thought that I'd end up here.

All of these years have been,
Nothing but hiccups and headaches.
Not gonna lie, I'm glad to go.
I think I've had more than I can take.
Just a few weeks and I'm out the door.
Seventeen years and finally free.
No more you, no more us,
It's just me.