Sometimes I feel like a stranger. It is a sign I'm growing up later.
I wasn't sure how to live, I wasn't somebody that wanted to give.
But these changes have occurred to me recently. There's been changes, many many changes.
I feel all these changes, exchanging through the ages, as I was caged and raging.
Now I finally realize, what you mean. Everything happens for a reason.
I read your thoughts, I know what everyone is thinking.
