The Storm

the weight of the waves are crashing down on me

and all I can hear is thunder in the distance

it's all the past for now

I could not see before

the clouds had shroud

all that we had been

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder

it's black and white it's black and white

if beauty is in the eye of the beholder

or in the eye of the storm

and my heart is growing darker

heavy hearts like heavy clouds

I try to pick myself back up

but I keep falling down

but I keep falling down

but I keep falling down

my knees are weak I'm losing sleep

but I keep falling down

stronger than I used to be

you were the only one who doubted me

and now I'm stronger than I used to be

so fucking witness me