I stood, I grabbed the bed With one hand and lifted it Above our heads, she fell Down from above the mattress I hit the shelf and jumped From the wall crashing into the ground And scattering a dozen books She got up and left the room The storm remains The storm remains The storm remains The storm remains the same I embed a fist on the door And knuckles dug into the wood I opened it but she wouldn't be anymore I went back, I leaned against The wall with the whole back I slipped and fell to the ground Slowly, fetal pose, and I cried The storm remains The storm remains the same