Angry at the Sky - VELVETEARS

I get kinda angry at the sky

For making everything that I love die

I’ve gotten so bored of asking why

I’m still learning how to survive

No, I shouldn’t take it out on you

And you shouldn’t take it out on me

There’s a lot that we don’t know

And there’s a lot that we don’t see

And we’ll never find out now

And if we did it’d be too late

These days get heavier

I don’t care about my fate

I get kinda angry at the sky

For making everything that I love die

If I’m stuck on this ground for life

Then what good does it do if angels fly?

In the midst of the mystery, I still wonder if you miss me

And through all of the chaos, I still know what my name is

And in between all the questions, I found a nice little home

Where I have a few answers, that I made on my own

It’ll never make sense to me, but I don’t think that I want it to

If I could make sense of losing everything, I’d curse the truth

And no shiny door will open up, sitting on a cloud

I’ll lay down in the dirt until my soul’s ripped out

I get kinda angry at the sky

For making everything that I love die

If I’m stuck on this ground for life

Then what good does it do if angels fly?