Why must the good die young?
Why are sad songs sung?
Why do we wait in fear,
Always thinking the end is near?
Why do my tears run dry,
When all I want to do is cry?
Why do my tears always flow,
When I don't want them to show?
Why can't the time fly by,
When I just want to die?
Why can't the moments last?
They always pass so fast.
Why is love so vain?
It causes so much pain.
Why can't our dreams come true?
Why do I think of you?
Why can't a heart be fixed?
Why are our feelings mixed?
Why don't you ever listen?
I can see your eyes glisten.
Why do we talk everyday,
And still not know what to say?
Why do we never try,
Yet still we always vie?
Why do we constantly fight,
When I just want us to be alright?
Why do we feel alone,
Though we aren't on our own?
Why don't they understand,
Or even lend a hand?
Why must all good things come to an end?
Why can't we just pretend?
Why can we never fly?
Why do I always ask why?
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