I never find a way to be satisfied
I can't believe the times I tried
I revel in the certainty of being let down
Then at least I'm not surprised
When I'm up I know I'll soon be down
I'd never feel a high if there was no low
There'd be no drive and nowhere to go
When I'm up I know I'll soon be down
I can't find
A state of mind
That lets me be content most of the time
I can't hide
The pain inside
That leads me to the mountain I must climb
Why do I get pleasure from all this pain?
Cause no two things turn out the same