Russell Nero

(May 25th,1995)

A Stranger Like Me


The rain pouring outside the window pane
feels like a parade
Well the words I heard
and the words I used to say
Before the rain betrayed
erased the compliments and complex of the grey
A friend, well possibly more
I'm starting to see what I've been so blind to
the effects, how can it be
she's a stranger to me
a stranger like me
Cliche I know but I've been searching for a girl like that
but I'm too far away
The possibilities I want to present itself
cast me out to sea
How far away am I appearing to be
How far away I am right now
I guess I'm just trying to find my way out
The corners of my mind fade in and out
along with the rhythm of the
repeating drums setting off like sirens...

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014
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