Storm

I am wondering if I can stop the storm
I am wondering if I can stop the storm

I always wanted to cover up who I am
I think what I am makes no sense
Well, I feel the same
All I remember is talking late to myself
Talking late at night has a sense
It’s always the same

The faces I see are changing like the weather
Blood under my skin is burning

I am wondering if I can stop the storm
That I live in every winter, my storm
I’m not standing when she’s rising, I always fall
Bring me back to reality
Bring me home

The faces I see are changing like the weather
Blood under my skin is burning

What if I don’t want to cover up who I am
Because what I am has a sense
Should I be ashamed
I look around me, the coward I used to be
Is a very bad memory
But I’m not ashamed

I am wondering if I can stop the storm
That I live in every winter, my storm

I’m not standing when she’s rising, I always fall
Bring me back to reality
Bring me home

The faces I see are changing like the weather
The faces I see are changing like the weather