Umm... Do I Know You?

Is it creepy that I know people
That don't know me?
Does it make me some kinda stalker?
When I know things about you,
And you don't even know who I am...

Or is it that we knew each other,
But I'm just so easily forgettable
That I've been wiped from your memory,
As if I were chalk on the sidewalk
Washed away in the rain.

Or maybe to you I'm invisible
And I'm so insignificant
That even though we see each other often
Or have been around each other for years,
That each day you see em
I'm some random stranger,
Not the person you saw in the same place
At the same time just the day before.

by Leah Michele

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