You're never going to say the things you want to say The things you want to change will usually stay that way The promises you break outweigh the ones you keep The sky I'm told is blue is looking very grey Nothing's going to seem the way it seems to you 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's so much you would do if you just had the time Like try to write a song but in never rhymes (only sometimes) You'd love to change the system but it works too well for you If you didn't have to patience you could turn to crime There's something that you fell that you can't explain 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