Who was I before I met you?
Darkness and imperfection.
Who am I without you?
Sadness and depression.
Who am I with you?
Sunshine and perfection.

I thought to be able to know myself
I should be able to hear it
from other people's mouth
and that's where I am wrong

Because knowing "me"
is my responsibility to discover
Not the other way

For those times I have cried,
And wept every night,
Questions are bugging me
They're filling up my mind.

How could I love,
And never be loved?
How couldn't I get,
When I've given what I got?

How could I forgive,
When I wasn't forgiven?
How could I believe,
And how come he never listened?

How come she came,
And got what I want?
When all I ever wanted
Was all of your love.

But now I have seen
How happy you've become
And all of my questions
From thousands became none.

Who, What
When, and Why
I could finally say goodbye.

blood woman knew
the music ticking
in her drunks mind
was softest
while visiting his mother
In confusion.
Total good is closer to sore
living and red gratitude