Can't tell

What is it that i try to be open to everyone, but can't find out what's really behind all this mess i'm always getting myself in? I am good in saving people. Really good. It's some family thing, i found out the last days. I was save in my family, and it was like paradise, my childhood. But now, i feel like cast out, like thrown out of eden, and i remember how it was when everyone cared. But it's gone for bad, theres no family left, only individuals.
Kind of funny, as i think of it, my affinity to the phantom stranger is fitting like a glove. He did not choose sides, when there was war, and now he doesn't belong to anyone. Even if there are people who like him, he is a stranger to them. Am i a stranger? Only for caring?

Where an when

It seems we stood and talked like this, before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember
where or when

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then
But I can't remember
where or when


Some things that happened
for the first time
Seem to be happening again
And so it seems that
we have met before
And that we laughed before,
also loved before
But who knows where or when

(Rogers and Hart)