v-1
to himself he brought only harm,
see the needle marks in his arms.
taking everything to forget,
trying to hold back a tear of regret.
good times that calls,
that causes the falls,
each moment singing a song,
could anything even be wrong.
chorus
creating your own storm,
bringing to yourself only harm.
drugs that get you up, bring you down,
where will your mind ever be found.
v-2
looking for a way out,
not even hearing your own shouts.
in a world of bright lights,
and very, very long nights.
thinking you will find the thrill,
in which this fear you can kill.
chorus
creating your own storm,
bringing to yourself only harm.
drugs that get you up, bring you down,
where will your mind ever be found.
bridge
lost deep within your dreams,
caught in the rapids of life's streams.
v-3
somewhere within the loudness of the thunder,
about a way out you wonder.
the music keeps you from being alone,
as the drugs keep you from going home.
chorus
creating your own storm,
bringing to yourself only harm.
chorus
creating your own storm,
bringing to yourself only harm.
drugs that get you up, bring you down,
where will your mind ever be found.
drugs that get you up, bring you down,
where will your mind ever be found.
