I could ask myself that question over and over.
What have I done to be treated this way.
Have I ever done you bad?
Did I ever hurt you?
Did I ever made you mad?
I wish you could just tell me,
talk to me about it.
Cause thinking just makes me crazy.
And it just makes me sad.
I wish you could just be my friend.
Just like at the very first day we met...
Tell me, life, what have I ever done you wrong,
for you do know that what you're doing to me is what I deserve.