I don’t know why But sometimes I just want to cry When I am bored, with no one to talk to When I am busy, working with sleeping hours few Or when I am with my full house family Or a thousand miles away, tired and lonely.
I just feel sad Something makes my day go bad What is it? I don’t quite know But it makes me feel low, I feel hollow and empty, And wanting in plenty.
What is it that I miss? That takes away my bliss? What is it that I need? Does something arouse my greed? Is it money, love, or pleasure? Fame, name, or leisure?
I don’t get the answer Why I lose my laughter, Why I miss my fun Why my songs go unsung. As hard as I try, I can never know the reason So I finally resort to just being human.