How is it that while it is warm,
You are still cold?

Why is it that while you are young,
You act so old?

How is it that while you know,
You must be told?

Why is it that while you were played a fine hand,
You still fold?

How is it that while you are different,
You still fit their mould?

Why is it that while you hurt me,
I treat you like gold?