Stranger
As I lie awake and contemplate
All of the things I've come to hate
I realize that I've grown tired
Of being bogged down and becoming mired
In all of the conflict and all of the anger
And to the world I feel like a stranger
Yet I know they'll never know me
So I grow increasingly lonely
Watching the world pass right on by
As I'm stuck in my crazy life
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