I keep looking for a place to fit,
Where I can speak my mind.
I've been trying hard to find the people
That I won't leave behind.
They say I got brains,
But they ain't doing me no good,
I wish they could.
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself,
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into).
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found.
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out?
What's it all about?
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself,
But what goes wrong.
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasn't made for these times
-"I just wasn't made for these times" by B.Wilsom/T.Asher 1966
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Just_Wasn't_Made_for_These_Times_(song)
http://youtu.be/IQyCOCtjyVY
js•2011
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