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