Windy

When the wind blows, its like it shouts your name; Only you never hear it, Don't worry I do the same, So caught up in the problems around you; waking up to realize, all they wanted was to doubt you, To think of the deep purple nights, when the wind would surround you; You probably looked up and wish the stars could help you, But wishing on a star couldn't get you very far, because you know that the places you wish to go make it there by car; So you sit and reminisce over some little scar, talking about how it left an even bigger hole in your heart.
You can't say your living when you always feel like your dead; You can't say your dead, when you always preach about keeping your head; Weeping over something that was only once said, Will never be spoken again, only read.
When the wind blows, its like it shouts your name; Only you never hear it, your too busy trying to run away from the claim.