my strange eyes...

Nothing lasts forever, and so did I.
But the questions still remained,
hidden somewhere in my lies.
I became a stranger, even for my own eyes.

I know your thoughts before you think,
" why talk to a stranger,
the so called danger.
maybe I should remain to the ones I trust,
the ones that support me in times of cries."

actually you're right,
why change your past when you are
happy in present times.
But maybe the past is still waiting for
your presence, wondering what could have
happened if you'd have been there,
smiling in a stranger's eyes.