What The Storm Means

The moonlight dies on my coat

As i walk with hands in my pockets

Head down against the wind howling to break my spirit

The streetlamps put me in the spotlight

But there's no audience, not today

The song melts away and words lose their meaning

And now i'm just wandering... looking for you

You see, i never figured out what the storm meant

That endless torrent of anger

I.. i took it so personally

But it wasn't me you hated

Ultimately, no

It was you, and i tried to tell you

The more negativity you spread in our world

The darker it becomes

And you know, the worst part of all of this

Is that there's no love in your life

Not for me, not for yourself, not for anyone

And what pains me more than even your absence

Is that... i don't know...

I'm not even sure if you can learn how

It takes a village to raise a child, you know

And it sounds harsh to me

But i think a part of yours is missing

I don't know if you're depressed or what

But the thing you never saw was

I was there to help you

You never saw that

You never realised that i wasn't your enemy

That pains me the most

We should never forfeit the good things in life because of the bad

I don't cry for myself, why would i?

I'm content with my lot i suppose but

Seeing you the way you are?

I can't handle that

Believe me i tried, how i tried

Everyone these days writes about broken dreams

Whether love is worth the pain

You know, sometimes the most valuable things

Are the hardest to hold onto