Wondering why

I’m sitting here, wondering,
thinking ‘bout life
‘Bout feelings that sometimes
can cut like a knife

‘Bout feelings, that sometimes
are wrong, are bad
‘Bout people that sometimes
drive me crazy, drive me mad

I’m sitting here, wondering
why these feelings exist
I’m sitting here, thinking
if there’s something I’ve mist

Why can’t our feelings
just always be nice
why do we always
have to pay a price

I just can’t find the answer,
no matter how hard I try
I guess that’s just the way life goes,
but I keep wondering why