Does everyone have a calling?
For, I think that mine's been stalling
And is simply appalling
Just how cruel our life can be.

Days when I'm glad he's staying
Nights when I stay up praying
Dawns when I keep relaying
Just how cruel our life can be.

The times when he holds me tight
Just close enough to feel just right;
I wake, then scream in hard cold spite
Just how cruel our life can be.

The day when your ancient old cat dies
The crude old sweaters your grandma buys,
That's when you come to realize
Just how cruel our life can be.

Dressed in liquid reality,
Flames fanned by false equality;
Yet sometimes we may never see
Just how cruel our life can be.