Stray

In the white freeze never spoke of tears

Or opened up to anyone including myself

I would like to

Find a way to open to you

Been a while, don't know if I remember how to

I'm here waiting on the edge

Would I be alright showing myself to you

It's always been so hard to do

Stray,

No regret 'cause I've got nothing to lose

Stray, always stray, always.

No chains, but that doesn't means no bounds.

Just a backpack, a few shirts and stuffs, a pack of smokes and the moon as a lady.

Take on the roads and the streets, for those are your flat

And sky itself is your roof.

i'm waiting, waiting.

I just want to stray again.

Stray, and no chains,

Stray