Funny

Funny is the only way I can describe it The way I find myself as I sit The way I run in circles and yet keep on going The way my dream slips away and fears start growing Keeping my mind as sharp as a steel knife While finding the balance in this life I know that life is short and I will end up dead But I know that there is much more ahead But isn’t it funny how this tiny world turns How the old forgets what the young learns How the good guys never seem to win How money causes people to live by sin I often worry about what people think about me I also worry about what the people see I worry about my job and about school I even sometimes worry about looking like a fool I find it funny that worrying is all I do As I try to find a way to my dream, which I pursue Funny how I spend most of my time thinking about love I have a lot from my family and even a bit from above I share a lot with many different friends as well Yet my heart is always locked in a prison cell I wonder why it’s that type of love I can’t find Isn’t it funny that I’m the guy that gets left behind