Somedays we are good
Somedays we are not comfortable
Somehow somedays we become strangers
Sitting in a room not talking to each other
Somedays we really struggle with each other
Somedays i think i have found a home
Somedays sometimes i feel alienated here
Sometimes this feeling of outcast is just unavoidable
Somedays you become a part of me
Somedays i feel i am not a part of this whole conversation
But sometimes the day is not meant for us
Or sometimes i just misinterpret the whole situation