Nothing really happened in my life, never a kiss in the rain, a starless night by the lake, nor a farewell note under my pillow. Even so, I got paper flowers for getting out of the way in Valentine's Day.
I don't know you, but you've never been a Stranger to me.
You weren't him, were you? You don't know nothing about me, do you? You don't even care, you don't have to. But you break into my life anyway, and keeping a Smile on my face ever since.
How could you know me so well without knowing me for real?
And I wish you were here with me, Holding sweetly together, you could kiss my tears aside. Yet there you are, not knowing anything, eating your breakfast with my Goodnights.