Poor Me I could be angry at the world for what it's done I could be angry at my god and his son I could be screamin' in the streets that it's not fair I would be doing something if I wasn't dead I look around me and I see we're all confused Seems like love is just a word that we all love to use Misunderstanding has become a way of life Laughing in the daylight while we're crying in the night Chorus (Poor, poor me) People seem to talk about what other people talk about But hardly ever talk about what we need to know What we need to know is how to be with other people And to see that other people are alive so we can grow One big puzzle we are pieces of the whole One big spirit we are pieces of the soul We are whole, we are soul I look around sometimes its easy to complain Everything's so crazy its no wonder I'm insane So many people live as two meant to be one Living in the sunshine never knowing of the sun How many faces can we put on in a day? So many rules to learn so many games play Misunderstanding has become a way of life Laughing in the daylight while we're crying in the night Chorus Middle 8 It's funny in the morning when you get up out of bed Everything you think you know is filling up your head Now everything you think and do is 'cause of way back when Your vision of the future is a mirror of back then Funny how the sunshine and the darkness complete the day Funny how your leaving would mean nothing if you had never stayed (Repeat last half of first verse)