All about you

The falling field wonders to you about the frost.
Telling you everytime it can how you'd be better off.
Living life in such a way that ain't so so dull and soft.
But you don't take advice from grass.
You walk away and then you scoff.

Every time you don't listen, it's eatin' up your day.
Like the mouth of minutes, everyone tells you,
Better listen or you'll pay.
But to you what does it matter anyway?
What could anyone else really have to say?

It just ain't enough to feel all this pain.
someone wants your mind erased, and your body framed.
And when it's all over your won't know who to blame
You can point you finger everywhere.
But it won't do nothin' about the rain.

You never say anything. anytime you speak.
By the way you waste your words your future is lookin' bleak.
I remeber that I once said blessed are the freaks,
but after consideration, I'll say blessed are those who think.

It just ain't enough to feel all this pain.
someone wants your mind erased, and your body framed.
And when it's all over you won't know who to blame
You can point your finger everywhere.
But it won't do nothin' about the rain.