Thunder

I wanna go out, but it's raining outside

And there's this thunder, there's this thunder

I want to get my bike and go where it's peace and quiet

But there's this thunder, there's this thunder

Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me

And you can tell me I am pretty, but I don't really care

And you can tell me I am lucky

But I don't listen on that ear

And you can tell me I'm like a spoiled kid

And I'll be angry but I won't hear

When you're just trying to get the thunder away from my head

There's a small black box somewhere inside and it's locked

I call it my thunder, it's my thunder

But when it comes out, oh I hate it so much

It's my thunder, It's the thunder

Rushing through my body, rushing through what's all of me

And you can tell me...