A Stranger Within
The stranger within my sadness
I wish I knew just where to start-to begin to collect the pieces of my fragile broken heart.
A stranger says my name,
An ol' familiar sound.
A stranger yells my name,
He takes away everything I have.
A stranger takes my place,
I cry deep inside.
If a stranger took my place,
Where in hell am I?
It doesn't have to be this way.
I quietly say my lies.
When did I forget what to say?
Who the hell am I?
I whisper silent prayers,
Careful not to be heard.
I think silent thoughts-
When did life become so hard?
I gave up on everything.
There is no one left to blame.
When you give up on everything,
You are the one who needs to be saved.
I can't find the broken words to express my broken heart.
Since my heart was broken,
My world has come apart.
I'm really not too sure what is left of me to begin to start,
Picking up the pieces of my fragile broken heart.
I never thought life would be fair,
But I didn't think I would always have to fight.
Fight for the person who I am,
Or the person which you are.
No one is here that will listen,
No one here who wants to understand.
A stranger took my place,
A stranger is who I am.
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