Rain clouds, bringing bad times to me,
wishing me the times like it used to be,
a dangerous mind which makes me suffer,
makes me wishing to go back to undercover.

Underneath the guise, the guise of smile,
gradually I'm dying, dying inside.
So I turn out the lights and then I
break down and cry, break down and cry.

You can't know how I feel,
what you've got, is all I wished for me,
what you've got, it's on my mind, tell me,
what you've got...