When the rain keeps
falling down on me
it is hard to play
the one I want to be
I'm expected to
be reproved by you
please release me now
from the chains of truth
Everything I say is wasted
everything I touch is made of dirt
shades of blue are all around me
hide behind the wall to avoid the hurt
When the clay keeps
filling up my head
I would rather be
another one instead
I'm expected to
be reproved by you
please release me now
from the chains of truth
Everything I say is wasted
everything I touch is made of dirt
shades of blue are all around me
hide behind the wall to avoid the hurt
falling down on me
it is hard to play
the one I want to be
I'm expected to
be reproved by you
please release me now
from the chains of truth
Everything I say is wasted
everything I touch is made of dirt
shades of blue are all around me
hide behind the wall to avoid the hurt
When the clay keeps
filling up my head
I would rather be
another one instead
I'm expected to
be reproved by you
please release me now
from the chains of truth
Everything I say is wasted
everything I touch is made of dirt
shades of blue are all around me
hide behind the wall to avoid the hurt