WHY?
Why you? why not someone nice?
Why you? you've hurt me once or twice
Why you? I could love so many others
But I love them not, theyre more like brothers
Why me? I ask myself each day
Why me? I just can't turn away
Why me? There must be something there
That makes me want you and makes me care
Round we go, circling, sizing up like fighters
Every word picked carefully, see just what transpires
pretending nonchalance, while the wounds still bleed
trying to ignore the pain, refusing to concede
What will the endgame be? I really want to know
Will there be tears or just a sigh? stay? or will I go?
Will you even care, once you have that, which you have sought
and will I someday turn away, and say you matter naught?