The days of stray... The days when i'd play... Hurting the one who means the most to me by staying away. Causing pain again and again.
And then i'd return to where she waits for me sleeping, and try to tell myself that i don't care. Yet, i creep up the stairs and i try not to disturb her, and i lay awake at night pondering until the morning peers in and sheds some light upon the fact that i'm living in this skin. Then, and when i'm living in sin, i can hate myself, and try to lie to myself, and think of giving in.
These are the days of stray, and the memories won't fade away... And though i've known pain, i can't complain because if given the chance i'd do it again... I'd do it all again. | 
