I hate wasting words
I'm going to get what I desevre
Even If I run away as I can
And I don't suspect any body's influence in this except mine, yours and someone else's
This Weather seems to follow me with every move I make
The problem I find is undeserving eyes seeing things they never should have seen
So I'll draw a line for me to stand behind and show you just how this means to me
This weather seems to follow me with every move i make, and with every step the wind at my back chaining it to me