Is it warm there in Indiana? 'Cause it's cold here and I'm fed up with all The things that I know will never come to change. I'm consequently being drained of every ounce of strength. Now I'm nothing but dust hung up on your shelf, The spitting image of everything you tell yourself you'll Never be, stability is something you could never find in me. But that's okay. I can't say that I am ready for this, Two years of coping inthis ignorance. And I know what you meant that day when You said I should have seen this coming. I'll grow my hair out just for the winter, Maybe then I'll feel content with the Person I am, the person I want to be. Will I ever be? I can't say that I am ready for this, Two years of coping in this ignorance. And I know what you meant that day when You said I should have seen this coming. You lost your spine when you lost your Temper. Left me to drown in your doubt and anger.