Every time I do something I expect the best But disappointing times is all that I get The good things in life seem to bring on stress Why does it always seem to end like this? I put my heart into it and it turns out like this? It doesn't matter, I can't avoid it I'm sick of this shit Things stay this way, I get no relief at all Why do I constantly set myself up for a fall? I'm sick of my life, they take advantage of me Nobody really cares or maybe they can't see Spit on me when I help someone else You don't know me You don't know the kind of pain that I've felt Why when I expect good He gives me bad? I can't even count all the sad times I've had