I’m always missing something, but I never care to look
I always have a fish, but I never set the hook
I lay awake at night in a deep unease
From my life I greatly displease
I’m puzzled if my life is heading for cold cloudy winter
The weather of the past is something that would hinder
I know my life is not some easy task
I was born never knowing what to ask
You could cumulate that I’m my own rain
When all I want is not to be in pain