I saw a stranger today, and oh boy, it gave me the creeps.
As if I’d known this boy and thought he was a keep.
I know he’s a stranger, but it feels oddly weird.
It’s not just weird; it gives me chills.
He should be a stranger to me, yet I question his existence.
The chills run down my body; I know, it’s weird.
I should feel goosebumps, but instead, it just hurts—so weird.
How can a stranger make me feel like this?
He’s just a stranger, but I know his name—
Not just his name, but the fragrance he wore today
Is a vivid reminder of this stranger, but is he?
Why do I know he likes pink and pets every cat he meets?
How do I know the warmth of his arms, as if I’ve lost it once?
He’s just a stranger, isn’t he? Yet why does my heart race
And pound until I can no longer speak, like…
He’s just a stranger, but why does seeing his face shatter me?
Is he really a stranger, or is he someone I know?
Oh no, suddenly my memories flashed.
He\'s not just a stranger, but a man I know so well—
So well that I burned the fragments of memory away
Because it would hurt remembering, so destroying is the only way.
I tried so hard to forget, but why would one glimpse,
Just one, would make me pick up the fragments I left?
Now I understand, he really was a stranger once,
But I became so attached to this stranger that I loved him with every ounce.
But now, I have to forget him, as he chose to be a stranger again all at once.
But at least now I remember, he is not just a stranger,
But a boy I used to love like there’s no chance,
Our past was intense, a sweet romance,
Though it’s hard to forget, at least our hearts once danced.