Stranger
It's hard to be a stranger
A stranger in this town
I find it a little harder
Why should I even bother to strive
So put me on your shoulder
Watch me grow older and die
To be a stranger
To be estranged
It's hard to be a stranger
A stranger in my own house
The walls are saturated
With the smell of faded dreams
Cut out these broken old words
Watch me grow colder and fade
Autor(es): Circa Vitae