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a stranger i use to know
she use to stroke my hair
call me punkin in the early morning hours
time for school
she use to say
things are different today
i am an unknown
forgotten love
remembered sins
a connection lost
thru youth troubles
and sold souls
she doesn't even call anymore
its my birthday
i wonder if she remembers
or if its just another day
she cant really lay her thumb to
we use to be combined
we were close
now just estranged strangers
i need her now
i need her wisdom
and i cant call
my fingers cant find the numbers
the keypads seems so small
miles apart
but still heavy on my heart
