Why?
Why do I bother?
Why do I stay?
When I know in your heart
I have been replaced
What is the point to putting myself on the line
When you are with another spending your time?
Where do I turn?
Why did you roam?
There is pain in my heart
And I feel so alone
So why am I trying to be your friend
When it is always the same in the end?
I suppose there's no answer to the questions I pose
And I wonder if there were, do you even know?
There truly is no reason for the tears I cry,
But still I keep asking the question, "Why?"
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