some people seize the moment
some people let it pass them by
some people are quick to give up
then, they wonder why they cry
some people were blessed with destiny
some people choose their fate
too many of us are sighing 'why, me?'
and we don't see things until it's too late
well, i can't figure out
what's wrong with this world
when times get too rough
we run back to the drawing board
life goes by so fast
the next step could be the last
when we get what we want
but, struggle for what we need
i can't help but wonder if
there might be something wrong with me
some people are pointing fingers
most of whom aren't sure who to blame
it's a growing itch that lingers
and we're too stubborn to make a change
there's too many children crying
innocents being killed out of spite
inside each of us, a small part is dying
in this dark, we search for the light
i can't figure out
what's wrong with this world
when every second counts
that's when we're most unsure
life goes by so fast
the next breath might be the last
when we can't get what we want
but, there's still addictions to feed
i have to stop and wonder if
there might be something wrong with me
we poison these days with all our sorrow
but, what if there were no tomorrow
we just don't know
i may never figure out
one thing wrong with this world
my answers only bring more doubt
i won't go back to any drawing board
life goes by too fast
those who give up will not last
i've got what you want
you have what i need
we're all part of the problem
hell, there is nothing wrong with me