Why is it that when you like something, it outgrows you before you outgrow it?
Why is it that when you love something, the love grows less fond each day?
Why is it that on a sunny day my blues fade away?
Why is it that I can remember you today but not tomorrow?
Why is it that rainy days are full of sorrow?
Why is that I love you?
Why is it that you make me feel?
Why is it that none of this is real?
Why is it that I wish you well?
After all Im not doing swell.
Why is that we question ourselves?
Why is it that I worry about you?
Why is that I want you to worry over me too?
Why is it that I always ask why?
Why is it that I wish you would try?
I think I know the answer to why is it,
I think I just wanted to try and fix it.
I think I wish it was a quiet summer day,
I think I want winter to fade away.
I think I want to forget you.
All I ever wanted was you,
I need to think of something new.
Please forgive me,
For I feel empty.
Without a doubt,
I’m inside out.
I found myself today,
I thought she faded away.
Without a doubt,
I’m inside out.
Why is it that I found myself today?