Stranger

I have become someone that I do not know

They told me “kid you’ll grow and take all the wrong roads but just know that God will never give you more than you can hold.”

But lately I’m just growing old and my hands are getting cold

 

What if I don’t believe in God and what if I can’t ever re-write my wrongs

Because when I was seventeen I poured my faith into these songs

But that was a long time ago, you can see my roots and how they’ve overgrown

Onto the path that only the selfish know

 

I’ve kissed the lips of so many that they became numb

I have succumb to the idea that it’s easier to run than to be held at gun point

By so called love

 

But what is love?

Is it tears in the bathroom sink, is it a Friday night alone with too many drinks?

Is it pulling your hair out when you can’t seem to think

About anything other than her skin on your sheets

Or the way her eyes used to twinkle when she heard her favorite beat

 

I have become someone that I do not know

Because two years ago I was caring and kind and had what they call a “soul”

And my hands were warm and my heart was gold

But lately I’m just growing old and letting my heart turn cold