Some days I can't help but wonder,
Why I hear a sound like thunder.
On a bright sunny day,
When the sky is opposite of gray.
Why do I hear the crack of lightning,
Tell me why, because its frightening.
I am sick of being scared,
Of things that aren't there.
Is the thunder, clouds tearing apart,
Or the beating of my heart?
Don't tell me this lightning I keep hearing,
Is the breaking of my heart, that I keep fearing.
Tell me I'm hearing a storm somewhere far away,
Don't tell me this is my slow decay.
I am sick of being scared,
Of things that aren't there.
