All sorts of trouble every hour

I don’t know,
whether this is of general
interest.

On days without sunshine
A tiny remark is enough
A slight reproach
Someone makes fun
of me

[chorus]
That hurts me so badly
That I doubt
I’m a grown-up

I wish this person
Not death, but every hour
All sorts of troubles
Let’s say for a maximum of 14 days

It just occurred to me
That I still remember every
Insult and even every compliment
from the age of 8

I just wanted to
mention that briefly
Today the sun is shining, 30 degrees
And I can’t remember a thing.

Perhaps the weather is the conductor!