a stranger i use to know

she use to stroke my hair

call me punkin in the early morning hours

time for school

she use to say

things are different today

i am an unknown

forgotten love

remembered sins

a connection lost

thru youth troubles

and sold souls

she doesn't even call anymore

its my birthday

i wonder if she remembers

or if its just another day

she cant really lay her thumb to

we use to be combined

we were close

now just estranged strangers

i need her now

i need her wisdom

and i cant call

my fingers cant find the numbers

the keypads seems so small

miles apart

but still heavy on my heart

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