STRANGE

It's strange to see you always around,
And strange to see you ignore my sound.

It's strange to see you part ways,
And even strange to see you laugh always.

It was a strange day when I had seen you coming my way,
And again a strange day when I see you moving away.

I don't know what the reason might be,
But one thing for sure I know is that we definitely were not meant to be.

I was being stupid enough to see things as perfect,
But I never knew I myself was on a stand of reject.

This is me now saying a final goodbye,
And wish that we never even come across as passers-by.