Stranger

by brie kelly wise   Jul 1, 2008


The next morning I found myself, in the arms of a stranger
Just trying to do my best
I tried to forget about you, and that drink
That forced my ability to kill my faith

And now oh God, I'm running
Oh God I'm running
Oh God I'm running
And after four years, I've gotten nowhere

The next day I found myself wandering the town
For a trace of you, for a street to turn things around
I tried to think about you and what you were able to take
I hope you know, a stranger can kill a perfect faith

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