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You made it better, like you always do.
Sunshine life - there ain't no other way to.
It's the wise words of all I know..
And you are always ready to show,
Exactly what is needed.
You are the key to proceeding.
You are the light that's always shining.
Answering; listening; minding.
Having the direction to go,
But only ever saying 'yes', or 'no'.
And then those special times.
I scream, you *****, I whine.

Everyone is a mirror.
There's no way to see it clearer.
I am you, you are me.
Together with Sunshine,
we could be *free.
So tonight I turn to you.
My night was flipped,
I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to write.
Feels like a thousand bug bites.

My insanity, I fear it.
My mind, gotta clear it.


I love the way the tornado sways -
Bitter sweet destruction.

Tonight I have alone.
Got no time but
to be a drone.

To be a wild, space - case.
No.      Get out of this place.

My love, he means it.
My soul, gotta clean it.


The hurricane is of ***** ways -
**Bitter sweet seduction.
My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.

The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.


It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.

I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.

My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.


Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.

I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,

**I really don't.
Lost in the soundwaves of the soul
that's lost in the heatwaves
and out of control.

Poles are changing;
contemplating, rearranging.

Waves are crashing to the shore
that lies above a molten core.

Plates are shifting;
ground is lifting, people drifting.

Time is ticking.

— The End —