Storm Girl

I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin.

One wrong word,

One wrong move,

One wrong choice,

And I'll blow.

I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin

And you better watch out because

Behind that pretty smile,

The cute laugh,

And shining eyes,

There's a raging storm

though it doesn't show.

I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin.

I'm tired of being judged.

I'm tired of sitting still.

I'm tired of acting like a lady.

And I'm tired of you telling me what to do.

I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin

And I'm finally ready to show the world.

They can't hold me.

They can't control me.

They can't stop me.

They can't change me.

I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin

And you can't tell a storm what to do.