Do I know you? I am not sure I do?
Have I seen you before? Some place near?
You seem familiar? Not a stranger to me.
Who are you? What is your name?
Have you been here before? Do you know me?
There is something about you, what is it?
I feel like I should know you, like a friend from long ago.
I cannot place you, say where or when it was.
I feel I cannot really trust you, that you will leave.
Familiar but fleeting, you go before you arrive at all.
That is you, you make promises you never keep,
You lie, deceive, give nothing and take it all.
Friend to everyone, you deliver to no one.
The most wicked pretender of them all.