Tell Me

I wanna know
when things got hard
and I wanna know
why we try so hard
and I wanna know
how it seems so hard
and I wanna know
why it seems so hard

And you always ask me
how's life in the good light
and I always nod and say
it's fine this is my life
and now I realize that this
is not really my life, in fact
I've lost control and this is
too hard, hard.

You seem to think things
are so easy, easy,
and you seem to think that
I just love my life, it's breezy.
You seem to think that
I get along real fine, and you
seem to think that I have the
most fun time.

My life seems to be the only
thing that's not fine, in fact
I can say that I am really not fine.
I think I need more time, with the
bright light, tell me what to do,
because I'm lost in this lame life.
Help me through the dark as I step
out the sidelines, tell me the truth
as I back up the vital signs, and when
can you help as I finish what is
my time, help me as I worry and I
make everything mine.

Tell me when it turned this way
and everything went wrong,
tell me why it's so hard, spending
all week long, trying to be someone
else and pretending this is my song,
tell me this isn't it, and there is more
time to be young, tell me this isn't it and
it won't be long until the light shines
through, tell me it's you, guide me through.

And since when is it that I don't like myself,
and since when is it that I don't like anyone,
tell me why I'm angry and tell me why I'm
depressed, tell me why it's so hard, tell me
when it's my turn.