Why
Why is the question I always ask
Why is what makes our lives last
Why is there pain and sorrow in my life
Why can I never stop staring at the knife
Why are there questions that we can't answer
Why does my life seem like a blurr
Why can't I have the things that I want
Why does life use these things and taunt
Why is it so hard to leave this place
Why can I never be erased
Why do we apologize just to repeat it
Why do we say that we can't take it
Why did I feel so alone for all these years
Why have I suffered so many tears
Why did I assume that no one cared
Why when right in front of me
You were always there...
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