Familiar stranger
We swore we'd never be like them, The ones who let the years erase, But now you stand across the room, a stranger wearing your same face. I still remember every car ride, Windows down, pur music loud, You swore that I was family, Now I can't make you proud. We had a fight--I know we did, But I didn't think it'd and like this. You called me selfish, you called me wrong, And walked away without a twist. I keep replaying what I said, The words that pushed you to the door. did I really hurt you that bad? Or were you searching for war? You think I'm bad--I can't undo that. I won't beg or change your mind. But it stings to see you now, Like we were nothing, left behind. Chloe
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