Is this hard for you to see my dear, that I am alive and that I'm breathin' again
I'm in my spot at the top, spitting out my guts and sweating out my sin
But don't believe everything you read, it could just be ink spilled from my pen

I'm not here just to be chopped up thrown on a truck and made into a key chain for a bit of luck

Can't you see I'm the one you burn for, you walk down the aisle of a store to buy me and discover there is no more

My darkness shadows in my light and reflects it back out enabling me to see at night

She calls me tornado for a reason...

I'll walk into your life pick everything up, spin it around
Leave your heart on the ground and disappear into thin air nowhere to be found
I don't mean to be so profound when I speak,
But I can't break ground without my knees getting weak

-J.A.M