Why?

Why is it that;
you won't call?

Why;
do you flirt,
with girls that aren't me?

Why do I dream,
that you will leave me?

Why do you make it hurt,
when I do something wrong?

Why;
do I give you so many chances?

Why;
do you give me so little chances?

Why am I the one that gets hurt,
in all of your messes?

Why do I say with you,
when all I do is cry?

Why don't you ever,
say what you feel?

Why won't you hold my hand,
when we walk down the hallway?

Why do tears come easy,
and love comes hard?

Why do you hurt me?