turn, turn, turn

i have tried to be nice. i have tried communicating. i have sent christmas cards. i have sent birthday wishes. i have inquired about health & vacations. i have given credit where credit was due. i have not bad mouthed. i have sent emails.

i give up.

why i've even bothered (or care!) is a mystery to me. i guess it's just that i have the sort of personality makes me curious as to why others dislike me when i have done NOTHING but try to be friendly and helpful. i wish there was a switch that i could just flip off and make me not give a damn. maybe i'll get there one day.

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reapA time to kill, a time to hea

lA time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones,

a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time for every purpose, under heavenA time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace,

a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time to love, a time to hate

A time for peace, I swear its not too late