Why bother me when I do not bother you?
Why talk to me when I'm no mood to talk to you?
Why insult me when I'm in the pit of ecstasy?
Why ruin my happy life and make it twisted?

Why play the cards when you cannot even know the aces?
Why throw the ball at me when you know I have the bat?
Why trip me on my way when I know you were right there?
Why ruin my happy life and make it twisted?

Why were you doing this to me when I'm in the state of being fragile?
Why break the glass I was trying to hold?
Why make me feel left out when I already feel like it?
Why?
Why?
Why?

Wait, why am I even writing this if I know you'd still be mocking me on the next day?