Strangers Again

I guess there's no use talking about it.

That talking always turns to shouting,

And the memories fade to fiction.

But I don't believe a single word I read.

Sometimes less of the things I see.

And you're laughing as you cut my faith,

On the quiet edge of my suspicion.

Coming back wasn't so easy, we're strangers again.

Another day won't make a difference,

And the miles don't make up the distance,

'Cause I'm a slave to my ambition.

I guess there's no use talking about it.

I've tried but I can't get around it.

When my target just can't be found.

I've got to lay my weapon down.

Coming back wasn't so easy...