Stranger to Myself |play>
 
I couldn't seem to find the time to care
a glance at the headlines, a bitter taste
nothing ever seems fair
its just a concept created, to make us feel safe
so far removed as gone
I'm not even sure this place exists
as I've never been there before
I've never been there so I'll sleep some more

dreams
twist my insides
in dreams
nothing is lies
dreams
they had to be real
dreams
is what I feel

I'm a stranger to myself
I heard my words from someone else
echoing in my mind
the stares that put me on a shelf

Written and performed by Derek White ©1988
 
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