The constant storm that is raging inside my brain
The flames in my head spreading further until I drain
Not enough loudness, not enough wildness
But still wishing for something cloudless
This whirlwind is spinning me around
and finally leaving me dazed on the ground

They see me washed up on shore
But no one seemed to care anymore
The movie of memories started to play
And I realized it was my role
that drove the audience away

So to me, my flames are unkind
But mostly they failed to remind
that in the storm I am blind
To what mess I leave behind