Somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember 

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over 

But you didn't have to cut me off 
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing 
And I don't even need your love 
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough 
No you didn't have to stoop so low 
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number 
I guess that I don't need that though 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know  
Now you're just somebody that I used to know 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know  

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off 
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing 
And I don't even need your love 
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough 
And you didn't have to stoop so low 
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number 
I guess that I don't need that though 
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Det är konstigt det här med hur man tror att man känner någon, hur man tror att man vet allt om den personen, en person man levt och delat sitt liv med i flera år.
Känner man ens sig själv, har jag ens varit mig själv?
Hur många gånger fick man inte höra att man borde tänka så istället, man borde göra så, man borde ändra på det, och ändra på det.. inget dög, jag dög inte, men jag är jag, och jag kommer fortsätta vara jag.

Älska mig för den jag är eller älska mig inte alls.

Jag är glad att det inte finns något vi längre, och jag är glad när mina vänner ser förändringen i mig, ser hur du förändrade mig, men hur jag börjar hitta tillbaka till den jag var innan, till det som är jag.

Nu är det snart dags för påskmiddag hos far min, känner inte alls för det, men mat behöver man ju, och älskade farfar kommer.

3 veckor kvar :)