there's a storm that's been raging in me
raining so hard it's hard for me to sleep
I don't know why it hurts so much inside
I don't know why it's hard to set aside
it's so much that I have compressed
it's too much that I have to confess
it's half my fault my life is in such awfulness
the other halve I have to repress
not to blame anyone else
when the table was set
I should have helped my self
if I had only known it was only a mirage
I would have collected more pieces
of memories from the garage
like wanderers seeking a place to lodge
I too will find room at the end