What if the storm never really passes?
What if it's part of me?
What if it's my strength?

What if the storm is me?
What if destruction is the way I breathe?
What if disaster is how I see beauty?

Do you mind that?
Do you still see the beauty of me?

What if I'm the one who could destroy you anytime?
Is that "more than coffe" thing still meant for me?

I hope so,
'Cause I'll always be the one standing my ground.