How can life be so cruel
I cannot see for what I really stood.
I find my head my only tool
To see how love is not my only food. 
How understanding time 
Can make you feel good.
How comprehending life 
Can change these very moods. 

Why could I think so soon.
What I felt is how I understood.
How can I speak to you.
Complaining is all I ever wanted to do