My opinion is, my own, so don't take it
My opinion is, importnat, so you can't omit it...

What is under the disguise of your pale blue eyes?
What stories do you tell to cover your lies...

Rain is more than water on the roof, it's living...

It's the same old story, again and again
I was always there for you, just a good friend...

All covered up in armor like a soldier,
Strong, invincible, and everyone knows it...

Children sleeping on a bench, beat up and worn,
Childrens faces are dirty, there clothes are torn...

The light house of my life is fading by time,
So slowly it's treasured like wine...

So I am sitting here bored out of my mind,
looking at the clock thats not telling time...