Why do I choose to lose when I know I can win?
Why do I fall-out, only to give in?
Why does making things worse, at the time, seems to make things better?
Why am I at a loss for words as I write this letter?
Why do I only see things in my perspective?
Why do I play the victim when you're the one that's neglected?
Why is respect never a two way street?
Why am I the branch that never falls from the tree?
How can I walk on my own, if you're my crutch?
How can you soothe my pain, with just one touch?
How can I blame you for every thing I've done wrong?
How can you play dumb, when you knew all along?
How can I expect you to stay so sane?
How can you continue to let me play this game?
How can I look at you, without no shame?
How can you look at me, just the same?
HOW CAN I PASS UNDER ALL THIS STRESS?
HOW CAN YOU WALK PART OF THE WAY, AND EXPECT ME TO DO THE REST?
HOW CAN I UNDERSTAND YOU, IF YOU HAVE NO REASON?
HOW CAN I STOP THIS BLEEDING, IF MY HEART KEEPS BEATING?
HOW CAN I GET MAD WHEN YOU LAUGH AND SAY "THIS IS A TEST?"
HOW CAN I NOT TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY, WHEN I KNOW, A LOT OF TRUTH IS SAID IN JEST?
