Hey stranger, is it only me or you felt it too?
Another hollow shell on running shoes
We could’ve been two enjoying any view
But we were dull faces in our moody blues
We could’ve read our stories through
And in time maybe let a new arc brew
Hell, we could’ve been like Chris and pooh
But our paths crossed and we had no clue
Hey stranger, is it only me or you felt it too?
We could’ve been each other’s “Precious few”
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
