I think there used to be a heart
Inside my aching chest
And a sea behind my eyes
That could spill out the hurricane
As I walked through the halls
And I used to look deep into people's eyes
Trying to cry out that I needed Someone to look back and say
"Oh baby, what has happened to you?
Why is your heart shrinking and scarring your chest?"
And that storm that drove me once
In my head behind my eyes
No longer batters me about giving me no choice but to fight
It no longer searches for others to drown