Why?

Why do we live, when all we do is die?
Why do we fall in love, when all we do is cry?

Why do we go silent, when we have something to say?
Why does the sun come out, only to go away?

Why do the stars still shine, when you're not here?
Why do I still cry when I think of you, even after a year?

So as I sigh and wipe the tears from my eyes,
I remember the day you left, and ask myself 'Why?'