Why must we hurt?
Without reason
Why must we suffer?
Without knowing
Why must life be so cold?
People come
People go
Emotion lingers but soon fades
Why must we use false hope that cut like blades?
We know that we won't always understand
And yet it still burns inside
We rush emotion as if it had a timer
When really it's like a fine wine
The longer time it's given to process the better the outcome is
But I guess it's life
We must suffer
To find reason
We must hurt
To know
We must be cold
To feel the sun
This is life and it's not always fun