Why
Why must I wait 'til the very end
Why must I expect my heart to just mend
Why must I think that it'll be alright
Why must I stay awake thinking all night
And
Why must the moon shine so sure
Why must I have nothing so pure
Why must I live a life without love
Why must I throw away my white turtle doves
And
Why must I cry with so much hope
Why must I live a life where I cannot coop
Why must I write when in vain
Why must I think it'll take away my pain
And
Why must I say that I never really do
Why must I do when I never loved you
Why must I love when there is no love
Why must I fall to my protective glove
And
Why must I be sad when nothing is wrong?
Why must I be sad when nothing is wrong?
This poem is copyright 2002 Mouser, to whom comments may be sent.
