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if she met me today she wouldn't know me I've become a stranger to myself whenever I do feel I'm feeling lonely I left myself on a forgotten shelf call my name see if I remember I could look at you you wouldn't recognize the stranger I've become doesn't know me just a wasted shell of someone I used to be I don't feel I belong to this species but I've learned to play the game so well I pass if you met me today you wouldn't know me I used to think that promises were meant to last I've kept mine except for taking care of me left behind are all the things I used to be and the dreams I close my eyes and no longer see did it have to be this way would you look at me today caught between wasting away and the games people play I don't feel I have reason to continue but I've learned to play the game so well I pass if you stayed long enough I might have been you I used to think that love was meant to last bridge the gap I wonder if it will ever be done one sad sap and thunder storms had me on the run now I just lay out in the rain maybe I am done if she met me today she wouldn't know me I've become a stranger to myself whenever I do feel I'm feeling lonely I left myself on a forgotten shelf call my name see if I remember I could look at you you wouldn't recognize the stranger I've become doesn't know me just a wasted shell of someone I used to be I don't feel I belong to this species but I've learned to play the game so well I pass if you met me today you wouldn't know me I used to think that trust was meant to last today I don't know Today Ric Candor ©2002 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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