Birds sing for everyone but me, for me it rains,
  and I can't hear the music for the pain,
  I see such happiness for some, but not for me.
  
  With love, I always try so hard to get it right.
  I find it gone just when I think I might.
  Regretfully I see it last for some, but not for me.
  
  Out of reach of all the things I want to have and hold,
  I've come to just accept that's how it goes,
  I've come so close.
  Not for me, it's not for me to question, I suppose,
  but I keep wonderin' what the future holds.
  Why must it be?
  That's life so sweet for some, but not for me.
  Not for me.
  
  Birds sing for everyone but me, for me it rains.
  And I can't see the sunshine for the pain.
  But I see such happiness for some, but not for me.
  
  For me it rains, there's only pain.
  It's not for me.