Longing

There's tension in there air Not my fault, not my cause clways someone to blame But not this time, no not this time It's like they love to complain Every minute of night and day Whether sunshine or rain Seems like the same link in the, chain If things go bad, it seems to come out of nothing If things go wrong it's always some others shame cnd all the small things seem to add up to something cnd all the pleasure seems to turn into pain