It’s not about what you did to me
It’s about the pain you’ve put on me
It’s not about how you’ve done me wrong
It’s about me asking myself what took me so long
It’s not about whether you’re an asshole or simply a coward
It’s about how I let myself be devoured
It’s not about whether you feel sorry or not
It’s about how stupid I was for letting my self caught
In the end, you’re just a random stranger
A random stranger with ulterior motive
And I was just a random stranger
A random stranger with unaccomplished votive
You’re the kind of creature
Who stands on lies and live from other people’s pains
I was the kind of creature
Who lost in sadness and live in silence
In the end, you’re just a random stranger
A small unimportant piece in my chapter
Which I’ll erase later
While I heal my wound and continue my wander
Macangadungan 