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Like a Storm
You are going to wish you had
A warning or at least a map
Because I am unpredictable.
I could come in and turn
Everything upside down.
I could just blow right on
Thorough this town.
I am danger without the warning.
I am the storm with
The wind howling
And everybody running
For cover. I am the chaos during
The storm. I am the reason why
You want to change states
And change names so I do not
Find you. You cannot escape me.
You will not escape from me.
I got the fire burning behind my
Eyes. The storm is coming.
The hurricane is coming right
Through my finger tips.
I cannot be tamed. I cannot be
Wished away. I will keep on
Coming back to you, wherever
You are. I am going to keep
You running and hiding.
You are going to constantly
Be looking over your shoulder.
You will not know where I might
End up going. You always said
I was a beautiful mess.
Someone who leaves your
Head spinning and leaves
You a little loopy. Someone who
Keeps you on the edge.
Now I am the ugly type of mess.
I am leaving a trail behind
So you know who I am.
I am leaving my mark on
You and everything that
You love. I am a storm
That everybody hears and
Knows about. You will never
Know what hit you. You will not
Recover before I hit you again.
I am a storm just
Waiting to happen.
A warning or at least a map
Because I am unpredictable.
I could come in and turn
Everything upside down.
I could just blow right on
Thorough this town.
I am danger without the warning.
I am the storm with
The wind howling
And everybody running
For cover. I am the chaos during
The storm. I am the reason why
You want to change states
And change names so I do not
Find you. You cannot escape me.
You will not escape from me.
I got the fire burning behind my
Eyes. The storm is coming.
The hurricane is coming right
Through my finger tips.
I cannot be tamed. I cannot be
Wished away. I will keep on
Coming back to you, wherever
You are. I am going to keep
You running and hiding.
You are going to constantly
Be looking over your shoulder.
You will not know where I might
End up going. You always said
I was a beautiful mess.
Someone who leaves your
Head spinning and leaves
You a little loopy. Someone who
Keeps you on the edge.
Now I am the ugly type of mess.
I am leaving a trail behind
So you know who I am.
I am leaving my mark on
You and everything that
You love. I am a storm
That everybody hears and
Knows about. You will never
Know what hit you. You will not
Recover before I hit you again.
I am a storm just
Waiting to happen.
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