Every day you must say "So how do I feel about my life?". Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes, when will you accept yourself. I am sick and I am dull and iI am plain.. how dearly i'd love to get carried away. Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true, and time is against me now. Oh, who and what to blame? Oh, anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes, when will you accept yourself, for heaven's sake. Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes. Every day you must say "How do I feel about the past?". Others conquered love, but I ran, I sat in my room and I drew up a plan. Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do), and time is against me now.. And there's no-one left to blame. Oh, tell me when will you.. when will you accept your life? (the one that you hate) For anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes. Every day you must say "How do i feel about my shoes?". They make me awkward and plain how dearly I would love to kick with the fray, but I once had a dream (and it never came true), and time is against me now, time is against me now.. And there's no one but yourself to blame . Oh, anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes. Anything is hard to find for heaven's sake ! Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes. When will you accept yourself? When ? When? When?