There are so many people,
that pass by me every day,
but who are these people,
they seem to know my name,
but i don't recognize them,
do they really know me,
i dought that all the time,
i let them all pass by me,
as i let my life drift by,
they can't really know me,
as i don't know myself,
i have changed so much,
that even i can't keep up,
there are so many faces,
that I'm supposed to remember,
but what is the point,
they don't know me,
well the real me anyway,
they can't see whats in my heart,
or going through my head,
now when i pass them in the street,
they don't recognize me,
but i seem to know there names,
the real truth is,
i don't really know them,
and they've all forgotten me.
