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