Why
It's a question I have to everything.
Why do I hurt ?
Why do I feel so empty ?
Why... does the world stop when you look at me ?
Most of the whys are simple answers
Why do the birds fly south ? (to get warmer climates)
Why does the earth spin ?
(because there are no forces acting to stop it.)
But I have no answers when I ask why I feel the things I feel for you
I know I shouldn't.
I know its wrong.
But yet the question still poses
Why.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Why
It's a question I have to everything.
Why do I hurt ?
Why do I feel so empty ?
Why... does the world stop when you look at me ?
Most of the whys are simple answers
Why do the birds fly south ? (to get warmer climates)
Why does the earth spin ?
(because there are no forces acting to stop it.)
But I have no answers when I ask why I feel the things I feel for you
I know I shouldn't.
I know its wrong.
But yet the question still poses
Why.
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