Who can I complain to? Who can I talk to? Life plays with us, tossing us around for years, And we still don’t know what tomorrow holds. Who can I complain to? Who can I talk to? Life keeps spinning us through time, And we remain clueless about what’s coming next. Let’s embrace joy before pain knocks on our door, Today, this life is ours—before time steals our youth. Why waste our lives away? Why wait? What will we really take from it all? What will we really take from it all? It’s just two fleeting days—they never last, We’re meant to live some moments laughing, and others in tears. Just two short days—we don’t get to keep them, Some hours bring joy, others leave us crying. Let happiness be ours, Let love help us forget what’s behind us, And on this long journey, may we leave the past behind. Why does life toy with us this way? What will we ever take from it all? What will we ever take from it all? Our laughter is our candle, lighting up our nights, Every step we take brings us closer to our dreams. Our laughter is our light in the dark, And every step brings our hopes nearer. So why should time break our hearts? We came with open hands, and what comes—comes from fate. Why does life play with us like this? What will we really take from it all? What will we really take from it all? Life keeps spinning, round and round like a marketplace, Even in our thirst and pain, it never forgets to take from us. Life spins and turns like a trader’s wheel, It doesn’t spare us even when we suffer most. Our sweetest hopes are still ahead, So why let time crush our hearts? We came with open arms, and what hits us—was written for us. Why does life play with us this way? What will we really take from it all? What will we really take from it all?