Wednesday 8 July 2015

Tornado

You close me down for things
I may, may not be responsible for
And I wait and try to enter
When I stand at your door

This hurts and this is bad
I have had my share of pains
Don't gimme that umbrella
When you want to create the rains

Don't turn me into something that I am not
Don't turn me into a person cold
I can be a tornado, I can be a whirlpool
And I assure it's something you won't be able to hold

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