The question

This is the question
the question of us
of every us there is
the ultimate question
the one all of "us" have been asking

its not one thing
its every thing
its how u are
its how u were
its how i am
its how i was
its that one time last week
its that one thing u said
its that thing i wanted
its not love
not anymore
its pain
its suffeering
its not knowing why
we're stil 2gether
its holding on
2 sumthing we dont want
its sumthing we think we need
cuz its been there so long

each little thing
its not nothing
each time i say its ok
its not
each painful second
it means the world
each meaningless fight
it drowns us more
each make-up we have
its another lie
on top of another lie
that makes us "us"

so this is my question
my only question
on top of another question
on top of another
the ultimate question
the one that bears only one answer
on top of an excuse
on top of another question:

why?