Autism Loneliness (Remove filter)
To be a Stranger
Help me
My foot is now nothing but a cast
Walking the part, talking the talk
2 seconds in the dirt, I have to ask
Help me
To be a Stranger is to be estranged
I'm hurt, somebody should know my name
I can stretch my hand, I can dance again
So go ahead and ask
I won't be a stranger again
Cause I'm scared of the other, not the new but the other
The darkness ...
Wednesday 14th February 2018 3:50 am
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