My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.
The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.
I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.
I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,
I really don't.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.
The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.
I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.
I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,
I really don't.
