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