Storm Girl
I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin.
One wrong word,
One wrong move,
One wrong choice,
And I'll blow.
I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin
And you better watch out because
Behind that pretty smile,
The cute laugh,
And shining eyes,
There's a raging storm
though it doesn't show.
I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin.
I'm tired of being judged.
I'm tired of sitting still.
I'm tired of acting like a lady.
And I'm tired of you telling me what to do.
I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin
And I'm finally ready to show the world.
They can't hold me.
They can't control me.
They can't stop me.
They can't change me.
I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin
And you can't tell a storm what to do.
Remember the Traveler
There's a girl I know, who's tears flow
as she travels all alone.
There's a place we go when she is home.
A place where we laugh and play.
Then the time will come for her to leave again.
And I'll guarantee before she leaves she'll say.
She'll always say,
"While I'm gone,
no matter how long that may be,
promise me just one little thing.
Even if the times get tough
and you start losing your memories,
please, oh please remember me."
Burning Bridge
Standing on opposite ends of a burning bridge.
We’re watching the smoke rise.
This is what they wanted.
This is the result of their lies.
They told us lies to keep us apart.
They left us both with broken hearts.
They thought that they would win.
But we know that together we will be whole again.
Standing on opposite ends of a burning bridge
We’re watching the smoke rise.
Both knowing that we can’t fly.
We jump to the river hoping we can swim.