Why do I always convince myself that the world is not as bad as it seems–and then it proves it is. Why do I hope, over and over again, that brutality and hatred will subside, and that peace will find a home in my lifetime? Why don’t I just give up? It’s so simple to do. And it hurts so much to keep trying to rebuild my tissue paper dreams under all these tear drops.
You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain…
Why don’t I just give up?
Why ever did I think it could be different?