All around your blueberry porsche
I saw a bunch of people
And oh, the fun you were having of course
****! What a weasel

Dont answer, "Youre different."
Because we ALL are.
That doesnt make me special,
Does it?

What is it about sad poems,
or poems about love,
which are often melancholic,
that I love so much,
well for a non-alcoholic,
I need an escape,
cause I sin,
and I bleed,
and it's always my fault,
but when I'm writing,
my pen bleeds,
and these lines don't judge,
the page has no choice,
but to love me,
why would I come here when I'm happy,
no need to comfort someone with a smile.

The greatest wisdom is so easily destroyed
Brought low by the innocence of a child
The greatest minds of the earth
Philosophers, scientists, leaders
They can never answer the simplest question

Why?

The truth is we know nothing
We know how some things may work
But we do not know why they work
We know the arrangement but not the purpose
We can mimic but never improve upon
A least a child has no pride to be hurt
So they fear not to ask

Why?

And there is only one answer
To every why in the universe
It is accessible to everyone
Should you only become humble
Shedding the useless weight
That the world has imposed upon you  
There is nothing to lose but pride
A benefit to any who try it

And after all Why Not?

Grow up
Short version
Lives not a game
Adventures are treasurous
I need a vaccine

Long version
Why?
Maybe a little of
So?
And the traditional
I don't really care.

why do i keep holding on
on something so uncertain
uncertain if you really want me
me who only knows how to hope

why do I like you
you do not even notice
my longing stares and glances
glances that I've hidden so long

why don't you choose me
me who kept on waiting
waiting for something uncertain
uncertain as you are

they asked
why am I hurting
I said
is it so wrong for feeling this much hurt just because of that?
do I need more dramatic reasons?
do I need more spesific reasons?
why?