I don't know when this storm will end As I endure the inner torment you send
I'm completely wrecked as I call you mine
Yet, you've been the storm all this timeI fall back because of your wicked wind
As you were blown and acted as a good deed
You ran until you get out of my sight
But you're still not out of my mindMy heart hurts as you broke me
But this time, you need to be free
I'll just stare in the hurricane above
For there are a lot of dying for love
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