Poor Thing

Just think of the millions and millions of people Who could have existed, but didn't exist Yet here we are And the millions and millions of planets and stars Never listed on anyone's list And here we are But oh... what a life it is Oh... what can we do With you Poor thing, everything's tragic today And your life's a mess Poor thing, maybe you like it that way That could make sense I guess Just think of the millions and millions of horrible things That can happen, that happen each day But on we go There must still be a few million chances That just a few things could still turn out okay So on we go Poor thing, everything's tragic today And your life's a mess Poor thing, maybe you like it that way That could make sense I guess