Skin and bones thats all you are,
Staring at the small lines on your wrists to many a scar,
Crying slowly into your shoulder,
You lower your head to mine and hold me closer,

You're high again running wild in your head,
So many cigarettes have passed your chapped lips you'll end up dead,

But you're gone in your own world melting with the stars,
It's as if we're on different planets I Venus you Mars,

I'll always be waiting and maybe we'll talk and not just speak,
You'll pull that face at me and i'll fall weak,
But until that day we'll ignore each other, we'll look like enemies,
You'll pretend you don't know me, we'll be Strangers with Memories. ©