Why must you make me mad?
Even if you don’t mean to
You do those little things
That make me madder
Than words can say.

Why must you do this?
Can you not do
Those few small things
That I asked of you
That you did for others?

Why must you hurt me?
I know you don’t mean to
But through all these things
You make me hurt
Because I really do care

Why must I make this choice?
Should I keep this connection?
Or should I cut you off from me?
If only I didn’t have to make the choice,
But that part is up to you.