Why do I feel like my world is upside down?
Why do I have to force a smile to cover up a frown?
Why do I feel so dead, when in fact I am alive?
If breaking up is easy, then why do I still strive?
Why do I say I understand, when my heart is broken?
Why do I pay now, for words that went unspoken?
Why do I hurt inside, when it was supposed to be okay?
If being alone is easy, then why do I want to die today?
Why do I try to laugh when I really want to cry?
Why do I sit here and ask myself these whys?
Why do I say I'm happy, when that is so untrue?
If getting over you is easy, then why do I still love you?
