Why should I be mad?
Why should i be bad?
Why should I be glad?
Why should I be sad?
Why is he living there?
Why is he going back to my care?
Why is he not here?
Why is it he doesn't have the care?
Why doesn't he want to live with me?
Why doesn't he want to give with me?
Why doesn't he set himself free?
Why doesn't he see the misery?
Why do I love him the way I do?
Why does he go home to where there's you?
Why does not he see he's unfair and untrue?
Why does he say he's single when there's two?
Why must I question everything?
Why must I hold back all the love I gain?
Why must I go the poetry in my pain?
Why must I cry the tears that fall like rain?
Why do I want his last name?
Why would I want the same?
Why do I sit here and blame?
Why do I play in a game?
Why would I want to forever lose?
Why would I want to peruse?
Why would he come back knowing?
Why my love for him keeps flowing?
