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