When We Were Us
There was a time you called me home,
When all you needed was my tone,
I held your storms, you kept my fears,
We traded secrets, we traded years.
Now strangers pass you on the street,
And I'm a name you never speak
But in my chest, we never died -
A part of me you still reside.
We're not the same, we're not the same -
But saying so still burns my name.
I miss the 'us' we used to be,
A quiet ache inside of me.
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