Why Do We Do the Things That We Do?

How come that little voice inside our heads
Makes our best choices brain-dead
And fills our minds with angry thoughts instead
So we don’t listen to what our hearts had said

How come what our mouths must say
Makes us later, at some point, pay
And we throw kind words away
So we won’t use them another day

How come what those ears can hear
Makes our conscience quake with fear
And know that the end is near
So plug those innocent, hearing ears

How come those feelings can feel, it
Makes our insides cringe and reel
And causes our hearts to peel
So our knees are brought down to a kneel

How come that bitter taste
Makes our smiles go to waste
And retreat away without haste
So our realization is churned to paste

Why do we do the things that we do?