Why do you think of me that way? What do I do to you to make you do these things to me?
Why did you suddenly turn into the person I knew you weren't before? Why do you focus your angered attention on me?
Why is it that you only think of me as an object in your way that you can't seem to get rid of? Why is it that you always want to push me away, when I am the only one you can turn to?
Why, oh why do you say,"I wish you would die!" in front of my face and behind my back? What has made you hate me so much?
What has made you into the creature of the dark, instead of a creature of the light? What happened to the person, I loved held dear the most?
