Strangers
Strangers (M. Canarie)
I've been living with strangers all of my life
Hiding in shadows, talking in lines
Looking for someone who holds the key
Looking for love eternally
There comes a moment, there comes a day
When all your illusions are swept away
And all you remember, all that remains
Is the feeling that you will never be the same
There's a voice in my head that keeps screaming
Things that I don't understand
Everyone noticed, but nobody cares
Some of them whisper, some of them stare
But what does it matter what they all think
You just stumble around ever closer to the brink
There's this voice in my head that keeps screaming
Things that I don't understand
And maybe all this time I've been dreaming
When I wake up I'll find
I've been living with strangers all of my life
Autor(es): Michael Francis Canarie
