Hello, stranger.

Hello, stranger. Here's my name.

I feel like we're a bit the same.

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Here's my number, give me a call.

Let's take walks and go to the mall.

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Late night chats and conversations.

Swapping jokes and radio stations.

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Then after a while we get close,

you start to matter to me the most.

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Then I feel you start to get cold,

perhaps in time I'd gotten old...?

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Ignored texts and missed calls.

You kicked me out of your walls.

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All the trust that we built falls.

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Then comes the inevitable day,

when you take it all and walk away.

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And the ink dries from your pen...

And we become strangers again.

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I'm sorry.

Every time

Cliff Walls