The Storm
Sure I'm glad it's raining.
No one sees my eyes fill with tears.
Sure I'm glad it's raining.
No one knows I'm crying.
Sure I'm glad it's raining.
No one knows the pain I feel inside.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my heart breaking.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my anger escaping.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my way of letting my anger be known.
Everyone thinks it's lightning.
It's my way of letting my hurt be seen.
Everyone thinks it's lightning.
It's just me letting out the rage I've kept inside for all these years.
To them it's just a storm that will come and go.
To me it's a way to express the hurt I feel inside.
That will last forever as the storm that will never be forgotten.
No one sees my eyes fill with tears.
Sure I'm glad it's raining.
No one knows I'm crying.
Sure I'm glad it's raining.
No one knows the pain I feel inside.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my heart breaking.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my anger escaping.
They all think it's thunder.
But I know it's just my way of letting my anger be known.
Everyone thinks it's lightning.
It's my way of letting my hurt be seen.
Everyone thinks it's lightning.
It's just me letting out the rage I've kept inside for all these years.
To them it's just a storm that will come and go.
To me it's a way to express the hurt I feel inside.
That will last forever as the storm that will never be forgotten.
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