Underneath the blanket of grey clouds
Are two lovebirds
Fighting over who hurt who first
Hanging over their heads is a perfect storm
Threatening to tear apart their world
If they saw it coming
Maybe she'd walk away
Or maybe he'd wipe all her tears away
But there is nothing less than expectations
For a young love to burn out so fast
If they had the chance
Love would've made it last
But love isn't alive with them
Because it never was from the beginning