The tree stands tall but has no leaves,
The man can't lift untill when he heaves.
Everything is starting to get out of place,
You can't win without starting the race.
The river's wide but has no bend.
That's why I want things to end.
I sit upon the ground and sob,
This seems to be a real harsh job.
I look you in the eye and say,
Things are better off this way.