You're either blessed when you're dead or when we're young,

And from you I learned in between those years there is nothing left to see.

So hide all your blessings, and keep 'em somewhere safe,

So they don't break apart.


Is there a reason why, The rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right at all.


You sold your soul for a soul that's life full.

The years go by but you don't have a single sweet memory, 

And if you don't deserve to be happy,

Why would I, Why would I?


Is there a reason why, The rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right.


Is there a reason why, The rain only falls on your head?

It just doesn't seem right, at all.