Who are you, who am I
I used to know you.
Back when we used to laugh at the silliest things, we used to bring out the inner children in each other,I was yours and you mine, Once, when we were friends...
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when I Iooked in the mirror and recognized who I saw.
Now it seems other people's reflection of me are the only thing I see
Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when you were more than just another citizen of sin city
Now we are residents, judging each other because we sin differently.
Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when we were more than just two people afraid to discover each other or dare I say love each other.
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we let our souls connect and the world didn't matter.
Now any connection compared to opinions is inferior
With our eyes open we are blind to what's beneath the exterior
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we viewed the world the same
Now we don't even live in the same one.
Now you are a memory that is fading
Who could you be?
You used to be me.
Who are you, who am I ,who are we?
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you.
Back when we used to laugh at the silliest things, we used to bring out the inner children in each other,I was yours and you mine, Once, when we were friends...
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when I Iooked in the mirror and recognized who I saw.
Now it seems other people's reflection of me are the only thing I see
Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when you were more than just another citizen of sin city
Now we are residents, judging each other because we sin differently.
Who are you ,who am I
I used to know you
Back when we were more than just two people afraid to discover each other or dare I say love each other.
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we let our souls connect and the world didn't matter.
Now any connection compared to opinions is inferior
With our eyes open we are blind to what's beneath the exterior
Who are you, who am I
I used to know you
Back when we viewed the world the same
Now we don't even live in the same one.
Now you are a memory that is fading
Who could you be?
You used to be me.
Who are you, who am I ,who are we?
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