How bad can it be?
I still can't figure it out
But it hurts than a sting from a bee
It makes me wanna scream and shout

But even if I do, it won't help
It's just that I can't call it hell
Can I beat it to a pulp
If I try, I hear 'STOP!'

I have a very beautiful family
But with tears of joy I love'em
In times of trials, they won't let you be
They stick around...