And can’t come back again, And however hard I’m trying, That I can never win. I feel there’s nothing left, Each corner now explored, There’s nothing to look forward to, No good is left in store. Sometimes I wish I’d be, A better person than I am, That I could be a better Christian, That I could be a better friend. Sometimes I am so happy, I don’t think I can stand it, And other times so mad, It feels like someone planned it. Sometimes I drift and wander, Wondering why I’m alive, What I’m supposed to do, And what’s the point of life. Sometimes I feel so worthless, But I know it can’t be true, If I was you wouldn’t love me, But luckily you do.