give me

I wanna go out, but its raining outside
And theres this thunder, theres this thunder
I want to get my bike and go where its peace and quiet
But theres this thunder, theres this thunder
Rushing through my body, rushing through whats all of me
And you can tell me I am pretty, but I dont really care
And you can tell me I am lucky
But I dont listen on that ear
And you can tell me Im like a spoiled kid
And Ill be angry but I wont hear
When youre just trying to get the thunder away from my head
Theres a small black box somewhere inside and its locked
I call it my thunder, its my thunder
But when it comes out, oh I hate it so much
Its my thunder, Its the thunder
Rushing through my body, rushing through whats all of me
And you can tell me...