Why do you always have to make me cry?
Why do you want me to go and die?
Why is it hard for you to understand?
Why is it so hard to just lend a hand?
Why is it wrong to just take a break?
Why is it wrong to let out a quiet squeak?
Why does everyone throw harsh things on me?
Why don't they let the true me so they will see?
Why can't they let the pride fade away?
Why can they come in some other days?
Why? oh.. Why?
