Why do I feel this way
why do I hate each day,
why does my heart never say
that everything will be okay.

Why is this pain with me
why won't it leave me be,
why can't my eyes see
that you will not deceive.

Why can't I leave the past
why am I always the last,
why is my life going by so fast
that I'm no longer part of the cast.

Why is my life going by
why is it all I can do is sigh,
why do I wish I could fly
then fall into the ground and die.

Why is it that all I feel is dead
why is it that I can't listen to my head,
why is it that I can hear things being said
but all I see is an empty bed.