My life is a tornado
that spins around me,
makes me sour so violently...
Everything looks soft, fresh and white,
but you better look twice,
Because what may seem nice
Is really dark and difficult.
You think you know me,
but you have no idea,
I'm the wave that carries on,
the tree that tries to grow up,
I'm a living volcano,
A box full of surprises,
some good,
some bad,
it depends on my mood.
You can try to comprehend me,
You can try to defy me,
and maybe you'll win,
but remember one thing,
I'll not give up easily,
so you better be careful,
If you try to be stupid with me.
So I spin around again,
and again,
and again,
My life is a tornado:
no one can't stop it,
no one can control it,
only faith knows what will happen...