Confused

Confused

Who in the world has the blame?
All my ideas are lame
Some people have the worst of luck
Some people jus make lots of muck
It confuses me

I hate life, but only sometimes
When everything in life rhymes
I feel like I am in a book
Staring outside, with a wondering look
I am confused

When I am the last girl
You make we want to hurl
You don't even care
Because your head is full of air
That must be why I'm confused

But someday I will get over it
I won't bother me one bit
It all may be a lie
Owell that is me and me is I
Even though is confuses me

On the day when you feel sad and lonely
you are my one and only
When you are near, I feel at peace
All wrapped up in a blanket made of fleece
I am not confused

As I wonder
Listening to the loud roar of thunder
As I wonder
Thinking about yesterdays blunder
Some confusing thing

In my head there is confusion
Wondering
Is it all an allusion?