Awaiter

It is wrong weather Not keeping up together Breaking down whenever Whenever you hide From the kiss of your lessons From the fears of scars Putting on your sun glasses And just hope they won't find you People lie , people running out of time But you don't mind No, don't burn this letter I'm gonna quit or do better Throw things into later Tired, but i'll get up So, so much to gather You're like a frozen feather You threw the things for later They say, the winner's a waiter