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...