I often sit alone and cry,
Think about the question why,
However far I run away,
These feelings for you seem to stay.
Why even when I hide in shade,
Emotions, roaring, will not fade.
The harshest words you ever said,
Only highlight the sweet instead.
Though deep inside I am ashamed,
My screaming heart remains untamed.
Ashamed to think you're over me,
And still my head won't let you free.
Why your voice is still echoing here,
Locked inside my wishful ear.
How I'm fooled to think there's not a trace,
Of affection left, until we face.
Why understanding facts seems hard,
The fact I lost you for some cherade.
An unrealistic dream you clutch,
Remains the torture of your touch.
Why at times you reflect the things I feel,
And at others you treat me as if it weren't real.
But until I get the answer to "why,"
Right here I'll sit and continue to cry.
