He lives downstairs
He asks me Who I Am every time he sees me entering the building
But he smiles like he recognizes
the past
And he is always surprised
Am I really who I pretend to be
Who Am I
I tell him again, being a bit insecure
I'm not sure if he really doesn't remember anything
That's so neat, you are so young and talented, he says
He says that every time
He doesn't know me at all
Now he doesn't get out as much
I've heard he's lost his appetite
I'm not sure if it's because his memory fails him
or he just doesn't like the food anymore
Sometimes, if you're not afraid to look into his eyes
You can see someone else
watching you
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