There are the good times,
When you can't be grateful enough
But there are the bad moments,
When you can't stop questioning,
Why does it have to be me?
I hate the turmoil you get in at the end of it all.
Why can't everything just be as it was?
Why does it seem as I am working for it?
It always worked out when I let it be.
I just want to step aside and be a spectator for once.