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Another Stranger

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Walk through the rain with me

Share your pain

I am here for the dark days

I can stay if you don’t push me away

            But don’t leave me in the rain

And wonder why I am cold

Don’t disappear and wonder why I am full of fear

Don’t hide and act surprised when I don’t know you anymore

Please don’t break me and then toss me aside because I am broken

I am not a child's toy

I’m just a handsome bubblegum alien 

Just a boy who grew old

Just a dude without a mask

    

Let me in

    Let my voice sink in

We can’t keep doing this 

Just because you are the most beautiful woman to ever live

       Doesn’t mean you get your way every time

You’ll sink this ship if you are left to steer it

       We can’t shrink this relationship to make it fit

             You’ll slowly lead us off a cliff

And I’ll wake up next to a stranger some day

    I’ll look in the mirror 

to see another stranger staring back at me.



Your fears become mine. 

If we stay like this, then,

It’s only a matter of time

until we are strangers again. 


We have to change with the seasons 

in order to grow together. 

But change is natural. 

Staying the same is insane. 

And impossible.


We don’t shake the trees 

to make the leaves fall,

they fall naturally.

So please, 

     choose to change with me. 

Leave the past back in time

And let's find a new way to be. 


Life wouldn’t be right

if you become

another stranger again. 


CH 10/24/26



 
 
 

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