Why am i the way i am?
why are you the way you are?
why am i left alone?
there is nothing to call my own.
why did i care?
why did you not?
was it because you loved your pot?
now you left me,
left me with the question why?
why are you the way you are?
that i do not know.
why am i the way i am
simply because im nothing,
nothing without you.
