Strangers by Rea
You know what I think of you, you don't do anything, You know how I love you, Won't you do anything? Do you know how confusing, how frustrating it is to have someone so close, and then...I let you know, even if I may not show it, but still you know how I care. Now you know, but I'm not sure any longer how much I care. It seems you stopped caring, now are wary of me, why? Do you care, too much to show it? Did you want to be just friends? Did you even care at that? We can still be friends, now that this is in the open, now that I'm not sure I care as much, we can be friends, at least acquaintances, hold a conversation, but now it seems we're just strangers, just passing in the night. This truth, this life, is stranger than fiction.
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