I can understand the loneliness in your eyes
When you realize that I don’t wear the same crease on my forehead
As I’d frown, perplexed
I wore a stranger’s face, although you still could recognize
The girl from the past
I can tell by the look on your face, you’re not willing to let go
You’re holding on to that inch of familiar skin
And you’re hoping the next time you’d see me I won’t further change
I’d remain recognizable.
You’re hoping circumstances won’t ever change the child you see in me.
It makes me ever so afraid to return home a stranger to you.