Who are you to tell me
The world is a beautiful place?
Who are you to tell me
The world isn’t cruel and unkind?
Does saying the glass is half full
Mean that it can’t be half empty?
Does saying we’re not all like that
Somehow excuse who you are?
Who are you to tell me
The world is a beautiful place?

Who are you tell tell me
That it just isn’t fair?
Who are you to tell me
What is right? … what is wrong?
Does saying that you’d help if you could
Somehow excuse your failure?
Does your “world peace” make sense
If you hate those who disagree?
Who are you to tell me
That it just isn’t fair?

Who are you to tell me
That it’s all my fault?
Who are you to tell me
It’s not your philosophy to blame?
Does crying “the sky is falling”
Really mean it’s coming down?
Does crying “it’s a vast conspiracy”
Mean you’ve washed your hands of guilt?
Who are you to tell me
That it’s all my fault?

I am here to tell you
The world isn’t always so beautiful.
I am trying to tell you
The world sometimes is cruel and unkind
I am saying that we’re not always like that
But sometimes, we are
I am saying that I will help, when I can
But please, forgive me when I’m weak
I am here to tell you
That it just isn’t fair.

I’m sorry.