Just why did it have to be me?
Why could it not be somebody else?
On my deathbed, for sure my last thought will be
Why do misfortunes choose me?

All my life accidents and bruises were attracted to me like a magnet,
But why? Oh, why is my life such a mistake?
My limbs and body looked as horrible as a tiger’s dead prey,
People jeering at me would be the bullies of my past,
Indeed, why I was the most laughed at kid in class was no question.

WHY?