you The things you want to change will usually stay that way The promises you break outweigh the ones you keep The sky i Nothing It never turns out quite the way you want it to Paint upon the wall for the hundredth time But what you try to hide will come shining though But what you try to hide will come shining though There Like try to write a song but in never rhymes (only sometimes) You If you didn't have to patience you could turn to crime There That makes you feel lost when it starts to rain It bothers you the most when you are on your own It whispers your intentions will all be in vain The month you hate the most is always february