When God meets me he will look down and say
"Why" nothing else just one simple word "why" It just happens to be something I ask myself too
Why do I believe every lie that gets sold to me
Why do I waste my time trying to form bonds
Why does every solution I come up with fail
Why can't I express myself with my voice it's as if God's hands are wrapped around my voice
I try and try but can't seem to make any noise
Why do I write to heal only for those words to escape me too like a convict on the run
Why do I keep trying
Why
Just why
Why God
These are the questions I will have
When I meet God