There is a storm inside of me
And my flame, it starts to die.
The smoke floats high above the trees,
but you shield your eyes because of the sun.
My signal is so clear,
But you never took the time to look.
My smile has lost it's place,
And a permanent frown has made it's way to my face.
Over time things have gotten worse,
And my life seems so much like a curse.
I have fallen in and out of you,
And sadly, my signal is not strong enough to be true.
As the smoke rises and begins to disappear
The only emotion I seem to feel is fear.
My everything, my reason for living
I love you and I wish I could keep on giving.
But this storm inside only grows stronger
And the fire inside is gone.
I keep wondering what did I do to deserve this?
This unconditional lack of bliss?
There is nothing anyone can say,
My heart is just made of artificial clay.
It's dry and brittle and cracked and tattered.
And in the end every piece will be shattered.
