Natural Disaster

They say love is a natural disaster
 A roller coaster that we just want to go faster
 And they say love is a thunder storm of hope
 And that we just slowly climb up the rope
 And they say love is a tornado of emotions
 Sometimes even a tsunami deep in the ocean
 And they also say love is a mid spring hurricane
 A whirl of fantasized emotions that drive me insane
 So I take shelter under this thick concrete while the heavy rains went on above
 The heavy rains of love
 I took shelter because I didn't have the rations, the passions, the reactions to deal with it
 And I didn't have the actions to seal in it
 So I dug myself deep into the dirt
 And allowed myself to give in to the hurt
 I stand in this kitchen alone at 2:32 am
 And I hear them laugh in the other room
 And I think to myself where the hell did I go to where I can't feel anything but this gloom
 So I assume to myself that I deserve this
 I subdue my own thoughts and am selfish
 I redo the last words that she said to me
 And I renew the hurt that was put on me
 Y'know, not understanding how to feel is a game
 And I'm the best damn player in the world
 So I take myself in a whirl as I paint out this mural
 And it's a painting of my own internal battle
 As I damage myself I'm taken off of the saddle and I walk the back path
 I don't think I'm gonna last
 So I take a drop of paint from my tears, and decide to paint my fears
 And I paint the colorful remorse of my friends leaving me in my sleep
 And I draw the pitiless feeling of not even trying as nothing will ever truly keep
 And I allow the paint to dry as I cry
 I allow the drawing to sit as I continue to feel like shit
 The pen leaves my hands, and I become Leonardo Di'Vinci
 If he was young and just wanted to feel edgy
 And I become Picasso
 If Picasso was sad and often felt alone
 And I became Michelangelo
 But as if he was pushed beyond his breaking point like the lead in his pencil
 As he presses too hard on the desk that he hates, it's a utensil
 Maybe if all these artists weren't great, weren't successful, had hate for themselves
 And were lost in a lake of dead hope then I could be them
 But girl, I lost my pen
 And if I could, I would hold you in my arms one last time
 And if I could, I would put us together like lemons and limes
 If I could, I would find the love I'm seeking after
 But remember what they say about love, it's a natural disaster