Wishing for a stranger
Sometimes I wish you were a stranger on the streetWho didn't push me to this point.
Where I was Discrete
Ant the hate wasn't joint.
And sometimes I Wish I didn't know you
But I can't help but feel
I wouldn't know me.
And its too real
That I could lose you too.
But sometimes
Just sometimes
I want to rewrite the lines
And make them more clear.
Add a little more you
And a little less me.
But I hear
The strangers on the street
Who have never pushed me to this piont
Where I need to be discrete
And our pain isn't joint.
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