Why me?

When I'm feeling blue, When the planet has turned against me And once I don’t know what to do When it pours colossal raindrops And the roads are a winding mess And I feel ever more confused When the yellow sun wont shine When the stars don’t want to align When I would rather be in my bed Covers pulled, above my head When life is something horrible, that I absolutely dread And I need to ask Why me? When the planet seems right and just When the rain left a gentle dew within the air When I fell happy being myself I ask myself, Why me?
Why me?

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