There never seems to be an answer
I keep on questioning so blindly
I dont know what it is Im after
I guess I`m really trying to find me…
And as life goes by I keep asking why
Nothing seems to work all I find is hurt.
Im floating on a cloud of hoping Looking to someone for justice Instead of reaching Im just groping
Once again I have to curse this…
I am trying to see what I`m doing to me
So where should I start all I find is hurt.
It becomes the normal after a while
You see the fake in a genuine smile
I search my mind
And all I find…
No if or but
Youre right...its hurt !
Theres many things in life on offer Id always sit back to be given
But times are changing so Ill bother And I will then let go the victim... And as life goes on I will move as strong And Ill then depart from simply finding hurt.