Pretty Stranger walking down the street. Don't look away, I got nothing to say to you. Don't think I didn't notice the way you changed. Your hair, Your face, Your name, Your place. Who you were then and who you are now, don't matter to me. You've broken my heart too many times. And now I got nothing to say to you. I pass you by again and again, trying hard to ignore you. Staring straight at some distant point but your presence seizes my conscious. Act cool, don't look you fool. Keep on walking by. Without a word or recognition, you slip on through the seasons. My heart goes thump then dies inside. Until stranger, you appear again outside a door.
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