why do i hurt i cant understand
why when i look in the mirror i seem so bland
why do i hate no matter the reason
why does my mood change more often then the season
why do you love me and treat me this way
why does it seem im living out one endless day
why do i care that im all alone
why do i pray that i can come home
why do i writ but dont want them to read
why do i say i love you if you dont take heed
why when you bleed i'm the one that crys
why can no one answer my why's
