The Strangers

The world is full of strangers
I don't want your hand
If you won't help me stand
For anything in which I would believe

Well, the world is full of strangers
If in fact I had a voice that could influence any choice
It's certain only strangers ears would hear me

It's hard to talk with strangers
How do I stand a chance
They persecute me with a glance
And suddenly the courage fails within me

Maybe I am the strangest one they've seen
As they grasp for excuses just to be mean
Perhaps, we could all fault find in them too
Because maybe we don't have the worries
That they all do

I love the person I've become inside
But if your method is just to jeer and hide
Behind a wall of make believe flaws and superficiality
So in denial of how out of touch you've become with reality

I think of all the chances I've taken
The games I've played
The funerals I've been to, the flowers I've laid

And life never repeats itself so sometimes
When you're the born outsider in need of a friend
Your education, your achievements
The things that you've got
Your worthy endeavors, those things matter a lot

Clarity, sobriety, they're the rarest of all
When your head's screwed on tightly
It makes you much less prone to suffer a fall

Now, what's all that gibberish supposed to mean
Arrogance barges in to ask
Because maybe I am the strangest one they've seen
Maybe I am the strangest one to ever don
The big, fake styrofoam stage mask

I'm looking at the strangers
And I think they feel me looking
If I don't get to brag
At least the strangers had a look at me