Hoping for perfection
Why did I think it would come?
Nothing I do is anywhere near
Everything done is always undone
Why did I believe my life was better
When I was thrown another obstacle
I didn't expect it to get harder
When my wish suddenyl came true
Does it happen like this to everyone?
Am I one of the unknowing few?
Perhaps I am and never knew it
That's what I guess with everything I do
I complain about common things
Maybe I am just more optimistic
Than everyone I know about
Or perhaps they are less realistic
Who knows if not I
What my life will turn out into?
Who can help me along if not myself?
Who is there that I can turn to?
Definately no one can help
If I cannot explain to them
But how can I explain
If they will never understand?