“Why me?” I ask again and again;
Whenever I pray I end with amen!
Then why do things always seem to go wrong?
My life is so crazy, just like a dingdong.
“Why me?” I say to myself each day
As I wake up feelin’ like molded clay.
Argumentative family, life not my path,
Questions equal to college-aged math!
“Why me?” as I thought before the time
Is a really bad question to go through your mind:
Instead of thinking “Why me” all your life,
Think rather “Why NOT me”; there’s an end to your strife.
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