Why?

I am always waiting for tomorrow
it is true that it never comes

Mouring of such passon you'd not see
just over such a thing as being me

i wish i could explain how much i get blow off
i know that i don't get all the girls...but i am tired of scoffs

i wish that one would give me a chance
not all of us want into your pants

i hope she calls, this very night
but i doubt she will, cause of fright

she is scared to let her heart go to let me have it
as scared of as a mouse when i light hit's the cabnet

tell me why, i just want to know
why ever girl i meet has to be so

Why is it i can't get more then a number
i just want to be held, to be called a lover.

just for once, someone around me accept who i am
because i am done pretending to be something that i can't

just one of you answer me why?
you make me want to curl up and die.