Stranger on the bus
Who are you?
Do you have any hobbies?
Because today I care
On the street
There's a coffee cup on its side at the base of a trash can
I pick it up to throw it away
Because today I care
I sing a song
To calm and lift my spirits
To let you know I�m still happy
Because today I care
And every other day
I tear myself apart to let you watch
I walk on by as the world is dirtied
I watch strangers watching me
I don�t care; this is my apathy
But today...
I learned the stranger enjoys the taste of cheap wine and cheaper dates
I saw the street's gutters littered with trash as I dropped that cup into an empty trash bin
My song, my heart, is becoming the background music to a frightening world
I can feel it coming, tomorrow
Bleak and grey
Go away, please leave me be
I won�t touch you, please don�t touch me
Not another day of this
5:27 p.m. - 2009-10-28
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