When will the wind change?
When will the picture of you stop haunting me?
My mind has stopped being my friend,
and has become my enemy.
Call me foolish,
Call me clueless,
I don't care anymore.
I'm just ready for the wind to change course,
cause I'm tired being handled with gloved hands.
What I wouldn't give to change time,
unfortunately that's only in our imagination,
causing my mind to give up,
can you tell me when the wind will change?