Why?
Just one question.
Tell me, please.
Why?
Was it something I did?
Or was it you?
Just tell me why.
I can't stop thinking about you, you know.
Why?
Because you've posioned me.
I had it all under control before.
Everything was in my hands.
Nothing, and no one, could touch me.
Nothing could affect me in the slightest.
And then you.
Why?
I hate you for this.
Or I would, if I could.
But I can't.
And that just makes me want to hate you more.
Why?
I'll tell you why.
I.
Don't.
Know.
To this very moment, I don't know what happened.
What got to me.
What broke through my exterior and lodged itself into my heart.
Still, why?
And to think I used to tell people off for falling so hard for someone.
When they dreamed about them asking them out.
When they acted like a moron, hoping for attention.
Why?
I'm sorry I said no.
Or, actually, nothing.
I thought I was the butt of a joke.
I didn't know you were serious.
Why?
Why me?
Why, once I'd finally gotten over him, you came alone?
I wasn't ready.
I couldn't say yes even if I wanted to.
And trust me, I wanted to.
I want to.
Why?
Can you at least talk to me?
Once, maybe.
Because seriously, I can't get you out of my mind.
And everytime I do, I always think of one mroe thing.
There's a word that has latched onto your name, forever, I think.
The only word that can be is:
Why?
