Why

Why does it seem like I cant do anything right,
even while I lay in bed at night.
The choices I make don't seem to please, it seems
like i'm just a great big disease.
Why must the people approve of me they're all
like a bunch of pesky bees.
So laugh at me, adn laugh at me hard, your
incompetence shows with all the harsh blows.
But something I know that people dont know, is
I've made a choice Im proud to show.
My heart is won by the one that i can spew I love
you.
But now and tyhen when I am down I remember the
question well known All'round
Why does it seem like I cant do anything right,
even while I lay in bed at night.