you
The things you want to change will usually stay that way
The promises you break outweigh the ones you keep
The sky i
Nothing
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
Like try to write a song but in never rhymes (only sometimes)
You
If you didn't have to patience you could turn to crime
There
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
