Contrary

If your life was blue,
You'd wish it was red.
Because you're alive,
You'd rather be dead.
Oh why should it be
That we hate being me?

If your life was white,
You'd wish it was black.
All's rushing forward,
You'd rather turn back.
Oh why should it be
That we hate being me?

If your life was grey,
You'd wish it was brown.
It's time to look up,
So you're looking down.
Oh why should it be
That we hate being me?

If your life was green,
You'd rather it yellow.
You should be outraged,
But you're feeling mellow.
Oh why should it be
That we hate being me?

If your life was pink,
You'd rather it turquoise.
Outwardly happy
Yet within, your heart cries.
Oh why should it be
That we hate being me?