The wind holds me back,
As I try to thow it all away
The clouds won't give me rain,
When I try to wash away this pain
The snow just keeps me cold,
Instead of stopping my anger from breaking the mold
The sun won't shine through,
As I punch a hole in the wall,
I can't think of anything else to do
I know,
The weather won't help me
I know,
The weather doesn't care
When push comes to shove
I won't be looking to the clouds above
I slam my head against the table,
To the beat of the thunder,
It's the only thing I can do,
To stop myself from going under
The storm brewing over head,
Isn't here to keep me company,
As I hide under the bed,
And yell out my final plea
I know,
The weather won't help me,
I know,
The weather doesn't care
Nothing's quite as frightning
As a flash of golden lightning...
 Tergan · Thu May 17, 2007 @ 01:10am · 2 Comments |
