why is it so hard
the difficulty so high
keep running into a wall
and never asking why
is doing things differently
really that hard to do
tomorrow's just another day
and the stars are me and you
once our eyes dry of tears
will we see life throwing us a curve
or are we just the recipients
of what is really deserved
too bad there is no drug
no potion which is magic
in existence or in death
the situations always tragic
slap one's own face
punishment for being shallow
then fire up a joint
and take a big swig of gallo
what's the problem with change
why so hard to swallow
running in circles for 35 years
makes one difficult to follow
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