End this storm in my chest.

I want to run and hide from it.

If I don't leave, I'll never be free.

But it lives in my heart,

and my heart I can't deny.

My sunshine turns into rain, my smiles turn into pain;

every moment you walk away.

Living without you is dissatisfaction,

if to thirst is to then drink, well your my satisfaction.

But my heart as incomplete as it is,

needs your heavenly space to fill in me.