There was a stranger in my house.
Always in three places.
He never said much to me or was never really around.
I knew him, but yet I didn't at the same time.
He was there and everyone called him dad, but a dad he wasn't.
He never really did much for me.
Only when I was sick he laid down on the couch with me and we watched movies.
He was like my big teddy bear, but remember him I do not.
It was three years ago we moved and that stranger did too.
That stranger and I haven't talked in years, but I still cry for him to be here.
I miss that stranger so.
Even though i didn't know him well.
I want that stranger back in my house.
There was a stranger in my house.
Always in three places.
Always and forever I will miss that stranger.
