Strangers

Though I'm smiling, it still tastes the same

Off my tongue rolls the bitterness of that game

"Okay, let's call it raincheck, doesn't matter if you can't"

a chip on my shoulder asks me why do I need to carry this on, again?

what do I do to wipe off this pain masked by a frown?

What do I become when all the chips are down?

...It's called strangers,

a shapeless mass of passing greys

in the corners of your eyes

Walking in the streets of your city,

still unknown to me,

it never rains, it pours

Stuck in the craze and daze of days

Too busy

Fading out in the vain things that we prize

a life of raging passions, black and carmine

eating away at your sanity, feast or famine

There, you won't see me

Teary-eyed. Oh...I know this too well already.

I've held the two ends for too long

When I walk outside, I just know that the wind is mourning for humanity

hug my coat closer to my body -

'yeah, I'll deal with this later,...'

... but a heart of stone is so lighter.