I believe you used to think about me
Now you don't .
We walked away like strangers do
When asking where one should go.
We never dared to say:
"Come with me"
We'd only say:
"Straight forward.
Then you turn to right or left
Depends on where you're going"
But we knew each other ,
So being a stranger was just an act,
But everytime you'll pass by me
I'll whisper :
"Forget me not"
