Eye of the Storm
Pages of history
Circles that can not be unbroken
This is the path I follow
While my own family
Struggles with my very existence
Was I meant to be here
Was I the accident
Mom and sister joked about
Was I meant to be here
Did I become the mistake they say I am
The questions arise
A new circle forms
The storm fast approaches
I can feel my anger and regret
Boil over to a new high
Puffy clouds rise
Like the sad feeling in my heart
Trust is gone
Like a loud thunder clap
Roaring and shaking the windows
This is the eye of my storm
Circles that can not be unbroken
This is the path I follow
While my own family
Struggles with my very existence
Was I meant to be here
Was I the accident
Mom and sister joked about
Was I meant to be here
Did I become the mistake they say I am
The questions arise
A new circle forms
The storm fast approaches
I can feel my anger and regret
Boil over to a new high
Puffy clouds rise
Like the sad feeling in my heart
Trust is gone
Like a loud thunder clap
Roaring and shaking the windows
This is the eye of my storm