Why?
Why do you only say you love me when you are drunk?
Would I be right in thinking that you don't actually? Or do you use alchohol as a cover up to tell me how you really feel?
I sit here tonight wishing you were here. I don't understand why. Well i suppose I do.
Why do you have to confuse everything? Why do I have to?
Why is my entire world revolved around questions? And why can't anyone answer them?
Is it true that the answer must be somewhere inside of me? Why can't I find it?
Would I be right in thinking that you don't actually? Or do you use alchohol as a cover up to tell me how you really feel?
I sit here tonight wishing you were here. I don't understand why. Well i suppose I do.
Why do you have to confuse everything? Why do I have to?
Why is my entire world revolved around questions? And why can't anyone answer them?
Is it true that the answer must be somewhere inside of me? Why can't I find it?