Bad Weather

It can be your disgrace

You can see if you look

So cold is your face

Like an unwritten book

You're alive but it seems

Your soul is gone for good

The ends justify the means

The humor justifies the mood

You're like the sky to me

When it is about to rain

Stormy eyes start to plea

I can't show you my disdain

Then I cast it all away

And left the rain behind

I will surely find my way

Me you're never gonna find