Tempest

You said the only way to cure bad memories was to create new ones, so I agreed to go out with you. And even though you only said it to give yourself a chance, it worked for a while. Besides, I always knew what kind of guy you were. Why are dangerous people so exciting? When we fought you were a hurricane that tore me up inside, but I am grateful that you taught me how to shore up my defences. Bad weather doesn't last forever, though I'm left with new bad memories, and sometimes I still hear your voice.
Your words are cloudy skies that always herald rain.