"Hey stranger Make yourself comfortable, I am about to say everything you wouldn't Funny isn't it, how to ending is like the beginning The feeling of walking by a stranger, whose eyes hold my favourite memories In Front of people we were two names on a classroom list, but alone we were more than that So are we strangers with memories? Some moments I wish we were strangers The blurred memories of the past, the speechless speeches I wish i could say And there he is, sitting there pretending he doesn't know me AND YET THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD To the most beautiful suffering that ever occurred We're not really strangers, are we?"

- me