I’ll Never Ask.
Why am I still wondering?
Why are you making yourself miserable?
Why wont you talk to me?
What is going on inside your head?
When did it get like this?
Am I the crazy one?
No way.
Did you know, when you first saw me, that I would be hooked?
Were you scared when you knew I was?
How could something so bad come from something so good?
Do you realize the extent of what you did?
Do you understand how stupid I am for letting this happen?
Why do I do this over and over again?
Why can’t I control myself?
Why am I drawn to you like a magnet?
Why do I crave you more than any drug?
How do you piss me off more than anything in the world?
What is with the damn attitude?
Did you know that I would forgive you?
Did you know that you would do it again?
Did you mean it when you first said that you love me?
Do you mean it now?
Why don’t you let me love you?
How can you be so naïve?
How can you be so selfish?
How can you expect me to believe anything you say?
How many chances have I given you?
How many have you given me?
Do you understand why I feel used?
Do you understand why I get upset?
Do you understand why I’m still trying to make this work?
I don’t.
Why am I the only one who has to try?
Why is it always my fault?
Why am I always the one apologizing?
Apologizing for what?
For loving you?
For listening to you?
For supporting you?
For helping you?
Fuck you.
Why is this constantly a one-way road?
How can you say that you love me?
How can I believe it still now?
Can’t you see that I love you?
Can you see that I hate you?
Why do I constantly lift you up?
Why do I constantly let you take me down?
What do you expect to happen?
Do you have any idea?
Why can’t I just tell you?
Was this ever real?
Was this ever good?
Were you ever happy?
Was I?
I think I was.
Do you want this?
Why don’t I believe it?
Why can’t you look at me?
Why can’t you talk to me?
Why can’t you touch me?
Why can’t you let me you let me be your girl?
Why do I even care anymore?
Why do I keep trying?
Why do I keep crying?
Why do I keep wanting?
Why do I keep imagining?
Why do I keep waiting?
Why do I keep coming back?
Why do I keep asking?
Why do I keep looking?
Why am I making myself miserable?
Why am I still wondering?
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