It’s days like these that I wonder…
Why should things that come to an end
actually have a beginning?
Why is it so easy to let memories go by
but so hard to say goodbye?
Why in so little time
I’ve learned to love you so fast?
And I’ll never stop asking….
Why do you earn more doubts
When you finally figure something out?
Why do you feel so guilty for not believing?
But if you do; Are you being fooled?
Why is fire a sign of danger
When there’s times when water destroys more than ever?
Why is it that when you find something unique and precious
you’ll have to let it go because it can’t be yours?
Why is grass green?
Is the sky really blue?
Are we sure that colors really don’t exist?
Am I just a creation in an imaginary and cruel world?