Sometime I wish that I could just leave
Sometimes life makes it so hard to breath
Like I have to go through hell and back to find a tree
Sometimes being yourself just isn't enough
Sometimes living like this ISN'T lifting me up
But that dont mean you cant try and help me be loved
Most of the time you dont get what you want
You gotta pick from the tree of good
Even if you get wood
Sometimes you get lost in it
Try not to end up backwards and bent