Angry At The Sky

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?