why do i have hope for things that only well adjusted, pretty, wealthy people can have
why do I hold on so tightly to things that are trying to wriggle out from beneath my weight
why do i try, why do i speak about it, why don't I just take it with a smile
I'm just so tired of getting my hopes crushed
even when i do what I've always wanted to, what I always should do, i just feel like a hamster in a wheel.