"We Were Just Strangers Who Understood Each Other" – And isn’t that the rarest thing? Just like accidents, but it never felt like that, not when you said those words and knew we weren’t just talking- you got it, didn’t you? Strangers, we are but when i stare closely, touch deeply There's something I didn’t even know I was missing Brown sharp sight lense like warm living room in cabin hid deep in the woods, and me, with my pink walls built so high so tough by tears and blood But there was something about the way It all crumble, without i even noticing None stars predict it, yet here, sitting next to me, as if it supposed to be There's no theory, No need fight for understanding It just how is it Weird isn’t it? And isn’t that the rarest thing? find this type of genuine bond, in this rot-brain world?