NO ONE ASKED ME WHAT THE WEATHER SHOULD BE UNFORTUNATELY, NO ONE ASKED IF THE SUN SHOULD COME OUT NO ONE ASKED ME IF THE WIND SHOULD BLOW WHAT DIRECTION IT GOES, NO ONE ASKED THE SUN TO COME OUT I HAVE BLACK SPOTS IN THE BACKS OF MY EYES FROM STARING TOO LONG AT THE SUN I’M NEVER TOO FAR FROM A FIT I MIGHT NEVER GET OVER IT NO ONE ASKED ME WHAT’S THE BEST TIME FOR LOW TIDE NO ONE ASKED IF THE RAIN SHOULD BE SNOW MIGHT AS WELL BE IT’S ALREADY SO COLD BLUE PATCHES IN MY VISION FROM THE FURIOUS RUBS AND STARING TOO LONG AT THE SUN SO I LOOK OUT OF EITHER SIDE AT ALL THE THINGS I CAN’T CONTROL STAND IN WAIT WHILE MY EARS RING AND THE BURNING TAKES ITS TOLL I HAVE TWO SIDES ON MY INSIDES AND MOST TIMES I WISH I WAS THE OTHER ONE STARING TOO LONG AT THE SUN AND THE DAY’S ONLY BEGUN