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Description
Every now and then, that same sweet scent
Of strawberry perfume,
Fills the air and my mind with
Memories I saved of you

And I rewind that same sweet story,
The one when we were friends,
Except there’s no closure
That satisfies “The End”

—“Closure”—

I use to think we’d meet again,
A coincidence to be,
But reality: it’s been five years,
The credits finished rolling.

And it’s strange to think since that time,
Your life continued on.
As close as we once were,
You’re not relevant anymore.

Do you still wear your hair in braids?
What are you thinking about now?
Are you happier where you are?
I can’t know those things.

The feelings you showed me, I remember,
All your dreams and worries, I still kept them,
Every answer to “how was your day?”
They walk and talk like you

Did you ever find what you so badly
Prayed for on those lonely nights?
But I gave up hoping for some answer
To all these wonderings.

I guess it’s sometimes like this,
People fill your life then leave.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
All the faces I met in the meantime,
You’d love to meet them too.
Yet I never mention your name,
Sorry if you wanted me to.

And it’s not like I tried to forget,
As angry I felt at first.
Rather share stories with real endings,
Nostalgia is the worst.

Who do you spend your days with?
Do you sound like you did back then?
Are you even alive still?
There’s no way to know.

If you saw who I am now,
You’d be proud I’ve come so far.
If I saw where we’d be now,
I’d have lived even sooner.

If I saw who you are now,
Would this past you I’ve kept die?
But there’s no closure, no anything,
Just the questions I stopped asking.

The feelings you showed me, I remember,
All your dreams and worries, I still kept them,
Even if I never hear back from you,
Somehow I find this peace.

That person you knew me as last,
Does he follow you in thoughts like these?
But I gave up hoping for some answer
As time takes you from me.

I guess it’s sometimes like this,
People leave with no meaning.

And this is what comes to mind,
Smelling artificial strawberries.

Description
Every now and then, that same sweet scent
Of strawberry perfume,
Fills the air and my mind with
Memories I saved of you

And I rewind that same sweet story,
The one when we were friends,
Except there’s no closure
That satisfies “The End”

—“Closure”—

I use to think we’d meet again,
A coincidence to be,
But reality: it’s been five years,
The credits finished rolling.

And it’s strange to think since that time,
Your life continued on.
As close as we once were,
You’re not relevant anymore.

Do you still wear your hair in braids?
What are you thinking about now?
Are you happier where you are?
I can’t know those things.

The feelings you showed me, I remember,
All your dreams and worries, I still kept them,
Every answer to “how was your day?”
They walk and talk like you

Did you ever find what you so badly
Prayed for on those lonely nights?
But I gave up hoping for some answer
To all these wonderings.

I guess it’s sometimes like this,
People fill your life then leave.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
All the faces I met in the meantime,
You’d love to meet them too.
Yet I never mention your name,
Sorry if you wanted me to.

And it’s not like I tried to forget,
As angry I felt at first.
Rather share stories with real endings,
Nostalgia is the worst.

Who do you spend your days with?
Do you sound like you did back then?
Are you even alive still?
There’s no way to know.

If you saw who I am now,
You’d be proud I’ve come so far.
If I saw where we’d be now,
I’d have lived even sooner.

If I saw who you are now,
Would this past you I’ve kept die?
But there’s no closure, no anything,
Just the questions I stopped asking.

The feelings you showed me, I remember,
All your dreams and worries, I still kept them,
Even if I never hear back from you,
Somehow I find this peace.

That person you knew me as last,
Does he follow you in thoughts like these?
But I gave up hoping for some answer
As time takes you from me.

I guess it’s sometimes like this,
People leave with no meaning.

And this is what comes to mind,
Smelling artificial strawberries.