Sometimes I feel funnynAnd bottled up insidenThen for some reasonnI just start to crynnSometimes I feel happynAnd overflowing with joynThen things changenAnd I start to worrynnWhy do I feel the way I feel?nWhy do I do the things I do?nWhy do I feel the way I feel?nnSometimes I worry over nothing at allnSometimes I think life's just a ballnWhen life changes and turns the other waynI try to think of something gaynnWhy do I feel the way I feel?nWhy do I do the things I do?nWhy do I feel the way I feel?nnThere are times when I feel sadnThere are times when I feel bluenWhat makes me feel this way the mostnIs when I don't know why I do the things I donnWhy do I do the things I do?nWhy do I feel the way I feel?nWhy do I do the things I do?nnThere are times when I feel sadnThere are times when I feel bluenWhat makes me feel this way the mostnIs when I don't know why I do the things I donnWhy do I do the things I do?nWhy do I feel the way I feel?nWhy do I do the things I do?nWhy do I do the things I do?nn