There are times when I mourn
The life I moved away from
I see pictures of my friends who
Have now moved on
Like I never existed
Occasionally we speak
But it's not like it used to be
So easy
No complications
We've known each other our whole lives
So why do I feel like a stranger
When I see their faces in a picture
Like I've been replaced
Like I'm just someone they used to know
And a memory very rarely thought of.
Am I just over thinking things?
Is this all in my head?
I hear how they miss me
But do they really?
Anyone can fake words.
I fake words.
My old life
The old places
The old friends
Maybe I should just move on.
They have.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
There are times when I mourn
The life I moved away from
I see pictures of my friends who
Have now moved on
Like I never existed
Occasionally we speak
But it's not like it used to be
So easy
No complications
We've known each other our whole lives
So why do I feel like a stranger
When I see their faces in a picture
Like I've been replaced
Like I'm just someone they used to know
And a memory very rarely thought of.
Am I just over thinking things?
Is this all in my head?
I hear how they miss me
But do they really?
Anyone can fake words.
I fake words.
My old life
The old places
The old friends
Maybe I should just move on.
They have.
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