I like to be useful
That much is true
But it ends up useless each time that I try to.
I always feel awful
When it all goes wrong
And after every event
The sadness lasts long.
I see it too often, the crying and tears
No matter what I say,
It lasts through the years.
I like to be useful, that much is true, but it seems I’m useless no matter what I do.