Hey…you. Yeah, you!
Why do you gotta come all up in my business?
Preventing me from going places
Making me cry
Making me feel fat and unattractive
Draining my energy
Coming to see me even though I regret the day we met
And I never want to see you ever again
Because you make me feel like garbage.
What’s wrong with you??
Yeah, I’m talking about you, Mother Nature. Go away and stop making my pants red.