but mine is not good enough to be listened

I love to see people surrounded by their family
watch them smile as their parents wave a goodbye
listen to them talking about their lifetime
laugh at their fathers joke or ridiculous story
smile as they started to complain about mother
asking about how their brothers and sisters are
cause I'd like to tell one

in this dull afternoon

all I need is a little laughter
talk about things that doesn't matter
college, ghost, movies, history but not lover
i love how those things make me smile a little wider

i like to hear them talking
as for a little while I can escape from my life
i love their face of questioning
once i started to talk about something else

and I ended up got laughed at

stranger

I did not know what I was thinking
but strangers knew this feeling
I entrusted them with my secret and grievance
let them go and brought those emotions

should strangers come again
I will tell 'em about rain
how long the clouds hold back
and thunder follows the water attack