Joan Armatrading Strange
Strange
How everything feels so strange
Since you walked out on me
I should be feeling blue
I should be feeling sad
But strange, so strange
I'm not crying over you
Strange, how this space
Once too small
No room to breathe
Now overpowers me
Now I'm free to choose
I only see the walls closing in on me
So strange, so strange
I'm not missing you
When I was a girl
I dreamed about you
And for a while you made my life a dream
But now it's all over and it all seems so
Strange
How the real stories end
No happy ever after
No beginning again
Strange
So strange
So strange
I am not missing you
