The rain is gentle, even in the city you can find the sky.
Smile when it helps, cry when it hurts.
Broken hearted again, loving you still.
Reminded of the past and how it is better left shadowlike underfoot.

I wish you were here,
I want to tell you all about it,
want to ask why you're sorry,
when it's me that did wrong.
why am i so sad,
when were you born?
Because I don't know anything.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.

I want to walk out of here, I want to be free.
I have to give up to learn this lesson.
Lessons one two and three.
Am I only a student - nothing else defining me?
It's all down to me, they say. Choose, they say.
Just leave it all behind.
Set yourself free.

Lesson one two and three.