STRANGERS

(Aye, uh, ah, my bad) Apologies for progress I know it looks chaotic A never-ending process I travel around when it's hard to confront it It's not just a room gone wrong Its loneliness, denied and won And blinds that shut from the outside The call returns when they make time Adapt to strangers But I doubt their intentions Am I in danger, Placing trust in your inventions? Prepare for the rain, young man But don't presume a helping hand You may be on your own You may be on your own Too many authors Now I forgot the story I'm told to read it But the more I quote the more it'll fold me Until what's left is a shell That bends it's will to whatever hell And win all the priceless prizes That don't fit on my shelves Can't fight the feeling I may be on my own I may be on my own Can't fight the feeling The instinct warned me And no one likes seeing The fear in the mirror, they'd rather ignore me The lining is silver now Locations shown, the distance found You may be on your own Between I may be on my own