Many people say that it's the way of life I'm afraid I'm forced to agree Its not easy fighting with your hands all tied I really need a break to breathe I don't think I have that much time I need shelter where I can hide Is it too late Is it my fate To stand in the cold and rain I've been standing here so many times before I lost my counter long ago I feel a bit confused I think my mind is soft Don't know where the hell to go Wherever I will be fine They can stay from inside I need a hand 'cuz I still stand in the cold and rain Aren't you wasting your precious time? I should be running away But now I'm not afraid I'm on my way On the cold and rain