it\'s been a year since we met
three hundred sixty five days,
that day we were strangers, like today
since that day, we had never argue
we never had a fight, but,
each one we have scars.
All has been laughs and some tears
but all in masks...
That day when we first saw each other
we didn\'t talk, we didn\'t watch in detail
then we were only classmates
You laughed one of my jokes,
i merely thought the nice you looked.
Several days passed, and we grow as something...
we grow insanely, fast and as one
you may say no, but we were something,
something special...
i tought it was love, you were telling me that
\"i\'m falling, on a crush\" that were your eyes screaming;
but you voice was like: \"i got a boyfriend, and isn\'t you\".
We kissed everyday, sometimes intense,
sometimes no, we were happy, sometimes the two of us
sometimes only you, only me.
A year has passed since then
we\'re strangers again,
a weird thing you call \"friends\"
All those poems, that candy, the flowers
gifts, words, time, smiles we spent.
only memories, whom kept \"us\" on our minds.
At the end we\'re strangers
you\'re a movie inside my head
a movie called: \"how i met me and other short stories\".
At the end we\'re strangers
i\'m a cane, a rod, a staff...
the tool you needed to get older, to walk.
At the end we\'re strangers again
as the same day we met.
as the time we\'re born.