Why do some people's good intentions never turn out right?
Why does some people's past come out to greet them & really bite?
Why are some people always picking up pieces?
Why is it that for some people bad luck never ceases?
You're always told to live life to the full.
Why are some people's lives so dull.
When you hit rock bottom up is the only way to go.
You climb up to the top before you get dealt another blow.
You get knocked down but you get up again.
You wonder when you're going to experience joy instead of all this pain.