• Staring into the stary sky,
    my mind wonders.
    I think of you,
    what you do,
    where you are,
    and why you are the way you are.
    The tears come pouring,
    they seem unending.
    I start to ask why,
    Why you could hurt me like this.
    Why would you,
    How could you.
    I think you hate me,
    that I don't make a good friend to you, and I wonder why.
    If you didn't want me,
    Why did you ask?
    Why are you doing this?
    Why?
    There are so many thing I want to ask why,
    but I know that answer to most of them.