• I sit, hot then cold,
    I hold them back like I've been told.
    The wind stings my eyes,
    I try not to think of all those lies.

    I guess that means it's true,
    The many rumors I hear about you.
    My world keeps turning,
    It's crashing and burning.

    I hear the claps of thunder,
    Getting ready for the plunder.
    Now how will I ever trust?
    After all, you were a bust.

    Nothing now can heal me,
    At lease nothing I can see.
    And now I keep a steady pace,
    As mascara tears fall down my face.