Why does the sun rise
at the start of every day?
Why is the sky blue
like everything's okay?
Why are you hurting me
through distinct words of hate?
Why must you leave me alone
with unforgiving fate?
When you say that you don't love me,
Does that really mean it's true?
My worst nightmare is becoming real
through fear of losing you.
Why do birds chirp happily
when clearly all is wrong?
They sing their little melodies
and high-pitched joyful songs.
Why do trees stand so tall
against the pushing force?
When people out there suffer
and cry out their remorse?
When you say that you do love me,
What should I reply?
Broken down and burned,
How do I know it's not a lie?
Why does the wind keep blowing
through grass and trees alike?
Why will I continue
through my dreadfully lonely hike?
When will the sadness end
and leave happiness in its trail?
When it does I hope I'll be here
so I can tell the tale.
When you say you don't love me,
my worst nightmare is coming true,
I must ask why you do this to me,
since my best dream is having you.