February

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 feel 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