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