You can sit in your bed,
and go through every conversation and situation,
and yet you'll never know why.
You can cry every last tear that you have,
for days on end,
and you'll still never know why.
You can say a million words,
or "sorry's,"
or even "I love you's,"
but you will still never know why.
You can lose hope more times than you can count,
and even then you will never know why.
And maybe that's just it;
Nobody's supposed to know.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
You can sit in your bed,
and go through every conversation and situation,
and yet you'll never know why.
You can cry every last tear that you have,
for days on end,
and you'll still never know why.
You can say a million words,
or "sorry's,"
or even "I love you's,"
but you will still never know why.
You can lose hope more times than you can count,
and even then you will never know why.
And maybe that's just it;
Nobody's supposed to know.
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