There's a pretty girl
In a pretty dress...

I told you during The Calm
that the storm was coming...

A blank stare on her face,
sitting up straight as she can...

Emotions running rampant
and "I love you"s murmured...

The words you called me
Are floating around my mind...

Eyes slowly closing
as I long for sleep...

Everything has changed.
For the better or worse...

Alone I am
and alone I will stay...

Thunder resonates through my head
though there be no storm...

What is true love?
Well, I'll tell you...

Every scar that fades,
pulls me into a depression...

Honey, you cannot erase a hurricane,
the winds cannot be slowed...