It’s strange to be sad when the sun is out.
Feels like even the sky is casting doubt.
Like you are somehow wrong for feeling this way,
And the wind carries on not listening to anything you say.
The world won’t stop for a moment to listen to you.
It’s worse than not knowing what to do.
If the sky cried with you would that be so bad.
Then at least you’ll know you\'re not the only one who is sad.