Sometimes the Oldies say it best

The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life
Oh, how they fill my mind

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home

All my cryings; feel I'm dying
Take me back to my own home

I'm changing, arranging
I'm changing I'm changing everything
Ah, everything around me

The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live
Oh, but I don't wanna die

- Reflections of My Life