Why do the tears scar my delicate cheeks?
Why do the whispers, echo in my heart?
Why does the empty filling, pedal my feet to keep moving?
Why, oh why?
Why does the breaking point summon my happiest times at the last second?
Why do my thoughts ponder on what could have been?
Why are my legs so numb?
Why are the breaths I breathe cutting my insides?
Why is your head stuck in the sky?
And why do you keep my hopes oh so high?
Why do you ask the questions that you already know the answer to?
Why do you always deny the truth?
My dear, tell me, why have you lost everything that was real to you?
It was all you had, and you spent it on one minute fame.
Now, look at you, you're pathetic