Perfect Stranger

Schizophrenic nightmares sending shivers down my spine
I may be a little twisted, but I swear that my life is fine
I’m living with a perfect stranger
Is there anybody home?
I’m in the presence of a perfect stranger
But I find myself alone
Well I’m still working to make life better
Though I’ve fallen from God’s grace
I’m standing still in a shattered mirror
Staring at somebody else’s face
I’m living with a perfect stranger
Is there anybody home?
I’m in the presence of a perfect stranger
But I find myself alone
Just when things are back on track, I sabotage myself
These are all certain telltale signs of my decaying mental health
I’m living with a perfect stranger
Is there anybody home?
I’m in the presence of a perfect stranger
But I find myself alone
Nobody’s home