It's funny how my life tends to work out,
Sometimes I softly smile or I break down and shout.
A wretched night can ruin my wonderful day,
I wonder if certain people hear the words they say.

When all that sinks in, where am I?
Nowhere, not enough emotion to even sigh.
How shall I ever find my place in this world,
When I always come back to neutral?

I know I should push myself to fulfill some task,
But sometimes I can't help but lounge around and ask,

Who? Who ever put me here?
Is it loud and strong or meek and mere?
What? What am I here for?
To stop the world's suffering or add to it more?
Where? Oh, where ever am I?
Should I leap for joy or break down and cry?
When? When shall I leave this place?
Should I get out myself or wait for some grace?
Why? Oh, why ever do I fell so low?
Because there's so much that I might never know?