You’re so foreign to me.
A life so parallel to my own. No longer
a sight deemed as familiar but So estranged.
Its not that i don’t know you, its that the
time in which i knew you is up. There’s
no turning back the clock. A memory which
holds much meaning but oh so misleading.
Growing up is the strangest thing i’ve experienced so far.
Feelings so foreign they require exploring.
Now the depths of my heart are all pouring
Into these hands that you are no longer holding.