A Stranger I Used To Know

At first I was angry then sad,

I didn't really understand what you've said.

your words still haunting me all the time,

thinking what I could've done to keep you mine.

holding on to the memories we made,

'cause once we were like sisters,

but now we're fading away.

to me, we went from best friends to strangers,

but maybe to you, our ending shaped a big changer, going so far from the 'danger'.

I secretly still hope for you to be waiting for me, even though you already moved on, living free.

you made a lot of friends lately,

living your own life happily, without me.

I don't want to hold you back,

just really missing the memories we have.

if you could've stayed just a little while,

I would have showed you,

my bruised heart shouldn't have been exiled.

maybe there's a reason why we had to say goodbye,

yet, you could have said the truth instead of a bunch of lies.

I never expected something like this,

especially from someone who I considered 'sis'.

it's sad thinking about it, but it happened,

and all I can really do is look at our reflections.

I'm not mad, I would rather say I'm disappointed,

but also grateful for the doors you opened.

you know, when you need someone to stay,

I am always just a phone call away.

'cause if you said "let's talk",

I'd still ask "what time?"

I just want to not be broken,

but still everything I want to say is unspoken.

"so, what time?"-I ask,

but you don't react.

Máté Dalma   IX. H