Sometimes.....I don't know why

Sometimes people do things for strange reasons.

Sometimes I smile
When I sit awhile
And think of what could've been
If I'd lived in Berlin
Italy, Belgium, France
I'd have had the chance
To live like a normal teen
Eleven till thirteen

Sometimes I cry
And I just wanna die
At the thought of missing
Behind bleacher kissing
Parties so wild
Where I'd get defiled

Sometimes I feel
Like the hundredth wheel
I just don't belong
But I stay strong

Albeit I don't know why
Since one day I'm gonna die...