Why?

I'm not sure why we fight
I don't know why I cry.
I'm sure this isn't right.
But it's become a way of life.

You can make me feel so empty.
Or you can make me whole.
You can make my heart feel so fresh and young.
Or make it feel so old.

You can kiss my lips and make me fly.
Or take my pride, and make me fall.
You can make my world, or break it.
But, baby, it's your call.

And still, through all this hurt
And behind all this pain.
There's something that keeps me coming back
Time and time again.