Why do we feel things we didn't ask for?
Why do we get things we don't want?
Why do we find things we try to avoid?
Why do we hold on to things we should let go?
Why do we love the things that hurt us most?

Why is it so hard to walk away?
Why is is so hard to see reality?
Why is it so hard to let go?
Why is it so hard to find the right path?

I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask to feel this way.
You said "it would've been fine,"
"It wouldn't change anything."

You left me thinking,
Wondering if I have more feelings,
It's eating me up inside.
I don't want to tell you,
For I fear for whats on the inside.