Sometimes, we have so much to say but we won't cause we can't handle a raging storm,

all we can handle is a cool fire.

Sometimes, we feel like we do too much yet so little,

we can't stop doing, cause it's the only way we know how to live.

Sometimes, we feel as though we are stuck in a pressure pot,

we can't move on because we're tired.

Sometimes, it is as though the world is spinning and we're never gonna get it,

we just want to understand.

Sometimes, we're black and other times we're white,

we just want to do the right thing.

Sometimes, we feel like the weather,

we can never do anything right.

Sometimes, we wish we were insects,

we just want to live a short life, never wondering why.