Why Me
Why? Why? Why?
I sit and ponder about why
Life has been so wicked...
Why couldn't I do it?
Why couldn't I jump when I was
on that bridge?
What the hell is the purpose in life?
I try to be a friend, yet end up a foe...
I try to find this thing called love
Yet everytime I do, seem to have a hold of it
It always seems to let go.
Sometimes I wish I could forget it all
Wake up in someone else's shoes
I'm so fed up with the pain and the blues
And still I sit and ask "Why me?"
© 1999 Rob Murphy
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