Isn’t it strange?
strangers to friends to strangers.
Isn’t it strange?
All those vows and promises and Oaths,
To stick by each other have been Broken,
A curse,
which one of you broke the mirror?
It’s not the same anymore.
I’m too busy doing nothing and Everything at all
And so are you
A conversation not two
I’ve lost the streak
Promises come apart, maybe because we both know we’re lying when we say that
We’ll see each other again
Now I’m hearing things about you.
You all seem so different
And so mature, changes have Happened
That I haven’t seen
I feel like I haven’t grown.
Feet still stuck in the same pair of Shoes
No, I haven’t experienced that,
I wasn’t there.
Already love, lust and luck, falls Upon You all
I’m not hearing this from you
So is it even wholly true?
I don’t know. I’m not there.
Isn’t that strange?
I was a fool to think nothing would change.
