A stranger that looks like an old friend,
that all to soon came to an end.
And looking into his eyes, you can see that he is your demise.
Thouth you have never looked at such a person before,
you feel a slight tore.
He wears his loved ones on his sleave, so easy to decieve.
Where I hold all loved ones in my heart,
so its harder to be torn apart.
But I know his dreams, I feel his pain,
I know the thunder I am the rain.
But as he walks away,
I go to find something to say.
But there is nothing in my head,
that hasn't already been said.
So what do you say,
when a part of you walks away?
When who you where isn't who you are today.
A stranger that you know to well,
a person who has really gone through hell.
But when you look at him what do you see,
because he is no longer a part of me.
So this is for whats-his-name,
sorry that things couldn't stay the same.
