Stranger के बोल

I’ve built myself around What I can’t bare to claim I’ve painted over all the walls But they still seem the same I sit withered in the box, sit withered alone I held a friend from coming back I told him I didn’t know This was never anything The idea that I could be Wholly reduced from the bottom of everything I felt foreign in my own hands Convinced that I’m not a man That could righteously forgive like he ought to be