Why don't I feel loved?
Is it because I never believed in something from above?
Why do I play this charade?
The charade being life, I can feel the icy blade against my skin, should I begin?
Why did I have to be me?
I tried everything you wanted me to be and now I am dead, well I am dead in your head.
Do you see me here crying?
In actual fact, I'm really here dying, slowly and painful. Is that so shameful?
Why did you stop talking to me?
I woke up one morning and there you were walking…
Away. Why did you stray?
What did I do?
Was it something new?
Did I hurt your pride, because I liked you inside?
And all I can do is ask why?
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