Trees

My life is in such a mess
I get so depressed, living under stress
I never give myself the time to relax my mind
And it's a crime

I'm in such a state, I can't appreciate trees
With leaves blowing in the breeze
And sunlight filtering through
What am I gonna do?

So many things troubling me
That it's hard to see what's reality
Now that the truth is so obscure
Feeling insecure and I can't be sure

I'm in such a state, I can't appreciate trees
With leaves blowing in the breeze
And sunlight filtering through
What am I gonna do?

I've got to find peacе of mind
For this world's trying to break me
I ought to be ablе to see
The way things should be so easily

I've got to take myself in hand
If I still can, I'm gonna make my stand
This change has been overdue
But it's something for myself to do
What a way to be, looking out to see trees
With leaves blowing in the breeze
And sunlight filtering through

What am I gonna do?
What's it all coming to?
What am I gonna do?
What's it all coming to?
What am I gonna do?