And so it appears I don't know you anymore,
I thought I'd feel an emptiness.
Apparently, you didn't fill a part of me,
So there's nothing there to miss.
A stranger is how I would describe it,
Like someone on the street.
I thought I'd be more sad about it,
But this pain is much discreet.
It's odd now, when I look back,
I don't think I ever knew you well.
You're actions now I don't approve,
They defy the words you tell.
I can't say I'm surprised of course,
But then again, you knew that too.
I thought I'd be sad about your passing,
The girl I liked is not you.
More importantly I'm not intrigued,
By the girl you have become.
I'm not making time for you anymore,
I'm sorry my love, I'm done.
