I heard the thunder
Here comes the storm...

I think I rather look into the past
And Cry Myself to sleep...

You smoke
You drink...

Walking one day
Thinking what do I say...

You have been gone
for what seems forever...

I hated your guts
You hated mine...

Can I hit him
can I punch him in the face...

If only you could see
That you're hurting me...