Why is sometimes when you try to do the right thing?
We end up causing more problems for yourself than you could ever imagine?
Why is always that the good people always die on you?
And the assholes keep going on and on?
Why it sometimes when you can be surrounded by people all your life?
We feel nothing but the empty dark of nothingness.
Why is it sometimes when you think you found someone you can relate to?
You find out she belongs to a guy that doesn’t really suit her?
Such is life. Such is the irony in the scale that you life it.
Then again…you are living it aren’t you?