The world is upside down,
Tossing me about and turning me around.
When I feel I'm doing hot,
That's when I find that I'm really not.

Good, Bad, Bad, Good,
Does any of it matter in the end
    Who will be there?
    Who will care?

What makes me end up so upset,
Or is it part of life to just deal with what I get.
Sadness is just part of the game?
Happiness is like a cloud and sorrow is our chain.