.Stranger.

Here I sit in sadness
My passion wrapped in a box
Who else should care but that stranger
That never talks
That stranger doesnt love me but the title that he holds
Any idea I may have had he sees as old mold
I cared a lot and that didnt matter
He runs by me without even a chatter
My heart is good, but he doesnt care
I dont have what it takes to make him stare
He only sees the cover not whats in his lover
He wants what he wants and thats to be free
its so obvious that it doesnt include me