
I find myself with so many questions
And I am forced to answer them.
I can't hold on to life's lessons
And even hope to comprehend
Why I look toward someone who isn't even there
And isn't even in love with me - who doesn't even care.
Why does my heart begin to ache
Only when it comes to times of need?
Why does unrequited love never fade
But instead leaves you foolishly wanting to believe
In a love and a life with her
When you know it will never start.
Why won't I ever learn
That no good comes from opening your heart
To this girl, this person, this
Special someone.
No. I'm not really finished even when I say it's
Done.