Strangers Again

I guess there’s no use talking about it.
That talking always turns to shouting,
And the memories fade to fiction.
But I don’t believe a single word I read.
Sometimes less of the things I see.
And you’re laughing as you cut my faith,
On the quiet edge of my suspicion.
Coming back wasn’t so easy, we’re strangers again.
Another day won’t make a difference,
And the miles don’t make up the distance,
'Cause I’m a slave to my ambition.
I guess there’s no use talking about it.
I’ve tried but I can’t get around it.
When my target just can’t be found.
I’ve got to lay my weapon down.
Coming back wasn’t so easy…