La Tourmente

Here i'm sitting, eye inside the storm issuing Waiting being patient for the rain to ruin The wind is colder but to me it's just like home You're now so far away, maybe I'm better off alone What's the point in what i'm feeling I been hurt so long i swear i'm never healing It goes up it goes down, keeps repeating I will feel better when i'm hanging from my ceiling And i hate the way you treated me I'm tired of all these fucking dreams It's the never ending feeling of insanity I'm just waiting now utill i can breathe