Hey stranger, I don’t know why when I see you, I feel as if I’m brokenhearted.
You stand there like a statue, looking but not looking. Everything seems to pass you by.
I wonder what compels you to wake up from your sleep, or… maybe you don’t
Have you ever been in love? Did it make you leap? Or did it draw you even deeper into your shell?
Did your beloved understand you? Or did she cover up the hole in your soul then realised that she’s suck in that she was losing herself
Did you write your songs because only in that way you can feel her existence?
… With this, I’m letting you go