You told me over and over again
that I ask too many **** questions.
But how will I ever find out the truth
if I don't ask you anything.
You get angry with me
saying that everything isn't always black
and white
that I never understand you.
But you never let me in.
And when the truth came out
I couldn't help but ask why,
since the communication we had
was severed long ago
from the moment I asked you:
Why are you hiding?
Why are you lying?
Why are you....
Why....
Why?