Familiar Stranger

by Daz Mellow   Nov 16, 2006


We talk all the time.
But about each other we dont know a dime.
I know your name you know my name,
But to me its not enough to make a frame.
We talk a lot
We see it all.
But we dont open up to winter, spring, summer and fall.
Cause underneath all the laughter we both wonder what each other are thinking.
I know weve been friends forever.
But I feel like we are familiar stranger.

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