How can't they see, can they not understand? What's happening in you now, they just never seem to know what to do. They'll always say, it'll all just go away. But they're fully clueless to the storm within your walls.

It's not that simple, yet they still will believe that a couple of pills will do your fill and wash away the years. That the writing of a doctor could cure all your pain endured through the decades. The dam is finally cracking. Yet they'll always say, it'll eventually leave you alone. But they still remain ever clueless, to the storm that's raging on.

And once you finally break, once it all finally floods through. They'll still have the audacity to ask, what the hell's wrong with you? But you see, it's not your fault really, cut from two separate cloths. Only natural you two would drift miles off, and this too shall still remain. And they still repeat, just get back on your feet, and it'll all pass. They still always and forever remain clueless, to the storm within you.