Lyrics

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