In the eye of the storm a broken heart is healing
Till the storm picks up again ignore the feeling
Of being torn in two, of being ripped apart
Of being put aside and put back at the start
If what it is is what it isn't inside me
I don't wanna be a part of what you wanna see
If what it is is what it isn't inside me
I don't wanna be controlled by a fantasy
Till the storm picks up again ignore the feeling
Of being torn in two, of being ripped apart
Of being put aside and put back at the start
If what it is is what it isn't inside me
I don't wanna be a part of what you wanna see
If what it is is what it isn't inside me
I don't wanna be controlled by a fantasy