Who has the answers, the reasons, the cure?
Who knows how long I will have to endure?
I don't like this game; I'm tired of playing.
And don't tell me "God", 'cause I know He's not saying.
Doctors and therapists, no one quite knows,
Blood tests and studies, nothing that shows.
And why is it so surpising to find
My frustrating conclusion that everyone's blind!
If I can't find the strength to ask when I'm needing,
What makes you so sure I would scream when I'm bleeding?
And if you don't look under the smile to the sorrow,
What makes you so sure that I'll be here tomorrow?