Why does it always happen to me?
Someone comes along and makes me happy
Then they disappear like they didn’t care
And I feel let down, deflated of air
I guess I expect too much
And my pride gets hurt
I never ask for much
But all I get is dirt
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Why does it always happen to me?
Someone comes along and makes me happy
Then they disappear like they didn’t care
And I feel let down, deflated of air
I guess I expect too much
And my pride gets hurt
I never ask for much
But all I get is dirt