I don't know why I gravitated towards you.

I don't think I'll ever recognise the truth.

Once upon a time, I would see what you'd see.

But now you are just a mystery.

It doesn't have to be this way,

But you left anyway.

Why?

I don't know why I loved the way you kissed.

I still remember the taste of your lips.

Once upon a time, you'd look into my eyes.

Nowadays, I do nothing but cry.

I always thought that you were content,

While all this while, you were just playing pretend.

Why?

I don't know why I'd always remember you at night.

I still do, but you had to go and die.

Once upon a time, suicide was just a word.

When did it start becoming your world?

I don't know why, and I don't know how.

But all that matters is that you're gone now.

Why?