Sometimes, when life gets rough and the West wind starts to blow

I start to wish I wasn't myself, with all the possibilities out there

At times a leaf's life seems the best, no mind to think about the bad

But then I look around at all the beauty my eyes have seen

Leaves have a short life anyway...

At times a fly seems to have a great life, flying around, seeing the world

But they find their fun in pissing people off and their dinner is in trash cans

Doesn't sound too tasteful anyway...

At times my mom's life seems quite right, no school, no friends to like the same guy

But I see the stress of her career and the pain in her eyes each and everyday

She's good at being her anyway...

At times I wonder what's so wrong with the life that I myself lead

Maybe some drama here or there or a daily dose of stress

My friends make life worth living, why can't I just appreciate

The leaves fall, the flies die...I'll stick with my life anyday...