We met when I was twenty one
And then I thought you were the one.
We broke up when you told a lie
And I was asking myself “Why?”
I meet injustice all around
I`m tired of human`s stupid pride.
Life is unfair, and I cry
And go on asking myself “Why?”
He loves me, but he never shows
And I can wait for him no more
I wouldn`t like to waste my time
But he won`t even ask me “Why?”
We can be struggling the whole life,
But in the end we all will die.
And there`ll be no more need to cry
And ask the useless question “Why?”
Why?
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