Random

Random how tacit these feelings
Alone at the bustop crying
Into the scarf wrapped so tightly
across your nose and your mouth
Pain from all those creepy feelings
that come over you in a flash
They dissapear like the tailights
in the distance always returning
at you on your way down the path.
Random I can't stop falling
On my face and cutting my lip
Bruising my pride just a little bit
a slight crush to this mans ego
Random the answer to those questions
Random this is about all I know
you seem so lost and fragile random
Random I'm just a little fragile too
i think we might all be fragile
random in these bus stop blues