Hedonistic Angel
Bluelight Crew
Stranger
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Sad faces stare at me,
As I walk on by,
They all look me up and down,
But they don’t look me in the eye.
To them I’m just a stranger,
Playing my lonely part,
Because they don’t see the pain I feel,
That cuts right through my heart.
Although the people in the street,
Would claim to look at me,
But in their heart and in their soul,
Do they really see?
They don’t know my name or who I am,
My future or my past,
They don’t know how long I’ve been here,
Or how long I’ve got to last.
As I pass a window I see a girl,
Staring back at me,
Her eyes are dark her hair is red,
Only love can set her free.
No smile upon her lips or face,
Her eyes are deep and sad,
But the girl in the reflection asks,
Why did life treat her so bad?
What mistakes has she made in her past?
Was she a love blind fool?
No home, no job, no one to love,
Why is life so cruel?
But my reflection chose not to respond,
No answers telling me what to do,
Pain cut through my heart as I said,
"I know my time is through."
I turn from the window to the street,
Giving a teary sigh,
Looking again at the people,
As they pass me by.
Do they have a thought to spare,
In their busy life and world,
For a young teen on the streets,
A sad and lonely girl.
I walk to the park, where children play,
Watching them as they do,
I think of my mother when I was young,
The pain she put me through.
I know in my heart you loved me Mum,
I know you really cared,
Times were hard for you too,
You didn’t mean what you said.
But now its to late for sorrys,
You left me at sixteen,
And so I turned to drugs and sex,
And you were never seen.
But on the my own, I’ve seemed to cope,
Surviving, scraping or flirting,
But don’t you know that deep inside,
In my heart I’m really hurting.
What a mess I’ve made of it,
My part in this so called life,
When I looked down at my hands,
I see I’m holding a knife.
The blade shines in the morning sun,
Nearly as sharp as the pain,
As I deliberately wound with a silent score,
And the knife cuts trough my vein.
At first it hurts, then all is numb,
A tide of warm washes over me,
A feeling of calm, and serene peace,
I’ve found the love to set me free.
As I close my eyes and feel the life,
Drifting out of me,
A tear falling down my cheeks,
I just can’t live you see.
As I die I’m conscious of,
The feeling of no danger,
For no longer now to any one,
Am I just a stranger.
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Sad faces stare at me,
As I walk on by,
They all look me up and down,
But they don’t look me in the eye.
To them I’m just a stranger,
Playing my lonely part,
Because they don’t see the pain I feel,
That cuts right through my heart.
Although the people in the street,
Would claim to look at me,
But in their heart and in their soul,
Do they really see?
They don’t know my name or who I am,
My future or my past,
They don’t know how long I’ve been here,
Or how long I’ve got to last.
As I pass a window I see a girl,
Staring back at me,
Her eyes are dark her hair is red,
Only love can set her free.
No smile upon her lips or face,
Her eyes are deep and sad,
But the girl in the reflection asks,
Why did life treat her so bad?
What mistakes has she made in her past?
Was she a love blind fool?
No home, no job, no one to love,
Why is life so cruel?
But my reflection chose not to respond,
No answers telling me what to do,
Pain cut through my heart as I said,
"I know my time is through."
I turn from the window to the street,
Giving a teary sigh,
Looking again at the people,
As they pass me by.
Do they have a thought to spare,
In their busy life and world,
For a young teen on the streets,
A sad and lonely girl.
I walk to the park, where children play,
Watching them as they do,
I think of my mother when I was young,
The pain she put me through.
I know in my heart you loved me Mum,
I know you really cared,
Times were hard for you too,
You didn’t mean what you said.
But now its to late for sorrys,
You left me at sixteen,
And so I turned to drugs and sex,
And you were never seen.
But on the my own, I’ve seemed to cope,
Surviving, scraping or flirting,
But don’t you know that deep inside,
In my heart I’m really hurting.
What a mess I’ve made of it,
My part in this so called life,
When I looked down at my hands,
I see I’m holding a knife.
The blade shines in the morning sun,
Nearly as sharp as the pain,
As I deliberately wound with a silent score,
And the knife cuts trough my vein.
At first it hurts, then all is numb,
A tide of warm washes over me,
A feeling of calm, and serene peace,
I’ve found the love to set me free.
As I close my eyes and feel the life,
Drifting out of me,
A tear falling down my cheeks,
I just can’t live you see.
As I die I’m conscious of,
The feeling of no danger,
For no longer now to any one,
Am I just a stranger.
