Hurricane

His touch was like a blade

Cut me till my scars won’t fade

Momma don’t like my bracelet

Daddy don’t like my neck painted

Cause he hate what I do

And he hate me too

Red-faced every time I say we’re through

Sweet little lies and threats is what he turn to

Gotta run, no I won’t come back to you

Fed up, grown up, don’t be scared to break up

You keep getting silent, he keeps getting violent

White lies, white lies, he say it’s a mix-up

Pretty eyes, pretty eyes, he like all the makeup

I’m just gonna stand up, Imma be the grown-up

He says he wanna make up, so Imma just gonna hang up

I’m not your bloody hookup, you just went and screwed up

All this anger’s pent-up, get ready it’s your close-up

And boy you ain’t ready, my sanity’s unsteady

I’m a little testy and you’re really pesky

Baby boy thinks he likes the rain

But I’m not a storm, I’m a hurricane

~

His touch was like a blade

Cut me till my scars won’t fade

Momma don’t like my bracelet

Daddy don’t like my neck painted

Cause he hate what I do

And he hate me too

Screaming in my face till he’s all blue

‘I love you’ (lies) and ‘I hate you’ (true)

I don’t care cause you’re dirt on my shoe

I’m so fed-up, you’re so screwed-up

I’m just gonna stand up, Imma be the grown-up

He says he wanna make up, so Imma just gonna hang up

I’m not your bloody hookup, you just went and screwed up

All this anger’s pent-up, get ready it’s your close-up

And boy you ain’t ready, my sanity’s unsteady

I’m a little testy and you’re really pesky

Baby boy thinks he likes the rain

But I’m not a storm, I’m a hurricane

But I’m not a storm, I’m a hurricane

But I’m not a storm, I’m a hurricane

~

I’m addictive, your own cocaine

You can’t abstain

But I’ll remain

Like a poison deep, within your vein

You’re not too bright, you don’t have a brain

You don’t look good, but you will in chains

You did me wrong and I had to face it

You said I lied, but you don’t admit

You say you miss my love, but you never had it (Never)

I won’t submit and I won’t quit

I dominate, filled with hate

I’m not yours, but the rain still pours

I make wars, you’re on all fours

Baby boy says he likes the rain

But I bring pain

I’m not a storm, I’m a hurricane

A hurricane

Screw your rain, I love your pain

Sweetheart I’m not a storm, I’m a, I’m a hurricane

Song written by Malin N. Hohenberger