She said my name like she knew my scars Lit a match beneath my heart of tar Every word she spoke felt rehearsed Sweet as comfort, sharp as curse He sees her face but lose the frame Every moment ends the same And he forgot why she came She said my name like she knew my scars Lit a match beneath Natalie’s eyes Was she mercy or design? A friend, a stranger, both entwined He sees her face but lose the frame Every moment ends the same And he forgot why she came