Why?

It hurts a little more each time he walks by,
she just smiles and keeps her eyes dry.
It takes all shes got to not break down and cry.
It takes all her strength not to stop and ask why.
She just keeps walking. Lets out a small sigh,
smiles back at him, and wishes she’d die.
Right now she’s okay. She can stay occupied.
But when she gets home, she’ll lay down and cry.
she’ll go out and talk, when the tears dry.
Call up her friend... to forget she’ll get high.
Asked where she’s going, she hates to lie,
out on a date, she’ll repeatedly reply.
Just a few hits, her heart hits the sky..
Just a few more, she wants to stay high.
But now that she’s gone.. That boy asks why,
what reason did she have to want to die?