I can hear the storm
Might be inside my head
But it's coming for me
Carving my soul deeply with uncertainty
'Can feel it approaching
Crawling through my spine
Yes, it's coming for me
Making me feel uneasy with each drop on my skin
These intrusive thoughts won't let me rest my mind
Clouding up my sleep
It's clear I won't be free until the storm comes for me
I'm looking for possible dangers
That might come ahead
But nevertheless
It will always feel like I'm not prepared for this rain
I'm tired of running in circles chasing after my own tail
The road never ends when I'm escaping the same
Old results from my personal hell
I'm tired of running in circles over and over again
There 's no hiding from myself
There 's no escaping this sick wicked old game
And whenever I feel this cold fire
Scorching the back of my neck
I just wanna sit down and cry
While the storm washes every single sin away
I cannot control my so called destiny
Unpredictable, yet I'm trapped
Even when all I do is repeat and repeat
The patterns I have always known
I'm tired of running in circles chasing after my own tail
The road never ends when I'm escaping the same
Old results from my personal hell
I'm tired of running in circles over and over again
There's no hiding from myself
There's no escaping this sick wicked old game