• Why?

    Those words you spoke and said,

    Were like ones from a book I read,

    Now I sit alone on my bed and sigh,

    Asking, "Was it all a lie?"

    When you said those words to me,

    I knew that I would have to set you free,

    Inside I felt a part of me die,

    Outside I broke down and now I cry,

    Inbetween each tear, I reminisce those words you said in my ear,

    Inbetween each breath I cry out in sorrow, "Why?"

    Inbetween each and every sigh,

    I let myself die,

    Please, when you go, pass me by and never say to me, "Good-bye"

    For if you do, I will only cry,

    WHY?