I have so much to say but I don't let it out anymore,
For fear of making the same mistake as before.
I look at a person and think all these questions that I will never say.
The only one that may breach my lips is "Are you ok?"
Never introductions, greetings or fair tidings,
I just want to know what it is you are hiding.
I wanna be the person that understands,
Is there for you and holds your hand.
But, the truth of the matter is, no matter how hard I try,
Everything I do is only ever enough to get by.
Every question starts with why? Why? Why?
Every answer makes me think, "Why do you try?"
Your answers always leave much to be desired.
And to think that you were admired-
By me, nonetheless,
Just makes me think, "Why is this a test?"
I miss the way things use to be
But most of all, "Why can't you be happy with me?"