Why, I stay up every night
Why do I close my room
and begin 2 write
When I have the love of my life
When she even says she even says she'll be my wife
Why isn't my sleep of my desire
Why my eyes never tire
Why is it never enough
Why joy is just a pretend
Its like playing a game of bluff
Where my cards never seem to end
Maybe the answers coming
Maybe I have 2 wait for my turn
Until then Ill keep writing
And let my soul to burn
