She is like a storm,
Everywhere she goes disaster follows,
But look in her eyes and you’ll see the beauty of it all,
Be the calm to her storm.
Be the rain that’s falls.

It’s hard to explain my love for you,
You told me that I loved the thought of you.
It’s funny to think that you lied in a way,
Because I hate the thought of you,
I don’t know how to explain.
It brings me to tears each time,
Oh, the irony to think that it was once just you and me.
It’s so hard to believe.
That you’d just up and leave.