Oh why does this have to be this way?
Why am I so confused?
Why do I not find a muse?
Why do I feel so much?
Why do I not do much?
Why do I feel everyone’s out to get me?
Why don’t I trust even me?
Why don’t I have answers?
Why don’t I get that hard work conquers?
Will no one answer my questions?
Will my plea always be unanswered?