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