"How can you blame the wind and the rain for all of these scars when your standing there with that knife in your hand? The weather looks fine where I'm standing, never mind those words I spoke I can't see your mind. Tracked your mud and blood to the inside of my room act as though those words killed you. Tore into my heart I'm going with you." "What If I'm saved and you go alone, are those words worth letting it all go."