The days pass by like strangers on an open road
Never giving any true company or someone to care about the heart I hold
I’m probably the same stranger to them except I do care and I try to let it show
The days are like most people, all the same with no where but the same place to go

There’s a guy with a broken smile that I work with
I walk around with a broken mind that used to be so much more full of charisma, probably like the smile of his
We could say we broke it ourselves, or we could blame it on the influence the world had to give, or we could blame it on the path that some miraculous unimaginable force that nobody ever has any true knowledge of that did it because that’s what it does to strong people like me and him.