Why?
People always asks
Why
Does it seem like no one ever has a chance
Why
Does it seem like God’s turned his back
Why?
Do I fail with romance
Why
Do things happen like they do
Why
Does God want me to live without you
Why
Do they all say things
Why
Do they all pull on my strings
Why
Are we doomed to this life
Why
Do we have all this strife
Why
Can’t we all just get along
Why
Has the question been since the first dawn
Why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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