You抮e 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抦 told is blue is looking very grey



Nothing抯 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抯 so much you would do if you just had the time

Like try to write a song but in never rhymes (only sometimes)

You抎 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抯 something that you fell that you can抰 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