Those i thought were my friends have become strangers to me
And strangers around me are all i can see
The person i am i do not seem to know
And apart from all others in my ways i do grow
To my former friends i'm a stranger on the park or the street
Just a hello in passing when them i do meet
To each other we do have little to say
Just a good morning or evening or such a nice day
To them i'm a fellow who dabbles in rhyme
A hobby to them that seems a waste of time
Those i thought were friends only strangers though we meet every day
We have our own interests and live in our own way
We share little in common that's how it seems to be
And to them there is nobody stranger than me.
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