talk is cheap

in the morning on the train, sitting and staring at the rain. don't look at no strangers, no don't give them any looks. you ask yourself why you're so afraid, why you hesitate when someone asks your name. but they'll come too close if you tell them the truth. who's to say they want something from you? your just a shell of your former youth. that stranger in the mirror, oh, that's you. why do you look so blue? then you just decided love wasn't for you. and every year since then has proved it to be true. maybe tomorrow you will make a change. maybe some day soon.

ja men precis så.