Stranger of mine,
It seems we've met before. In ways, I knew you before I knew your name.
You're the one who wanders my dreams, assuring I'll wake up each morn'.
But who am I to assume you think the same way?
Those who've hurt me before, many a time, still stand here They claim to love, but intentions prove otherwise.
I'm on my own.
It's awkward when your trust lies in a stranger more than those you've known your whole life. When you look into those unfamiliar eyes and see a reflection of your soul.
Maybe it's because my loved ones have been tried for treason and these new strong arms offer safety.
Are we really even strangers at all?
9:07 p.m. - 2004-07-14
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