"why?"
These are the only words she can cry.
As she sitting alone in her room.
As the darkeness begins to consume.
"why?"
Her friends don't seem to care.
Her life has never seemed fair.
But she never expected this,
As she stares into the abyss.
"why?"
Why does she cry so hard?
Everyone plays the backstabing card.
But now he is gone,
She hoped it wasn't for long.
"why?"
Why was she kidding herself?
As she stared at her pictures on her shelf.
"I don't deserve a great guy..."
Then she whispers goodbye.
"why?"
She takes the pictures out of their frames.
And watches them get eaten by flames.
As she tries to forget the times with him,
She remembers the swim.
"why?"
Why can't she just let him go?
She hopes her crying doesn't show.
She will see the backstabbers today,
And she will have to act like everything is okay...
Like everyday...
