Am I , or am I falling?

Am I forsaken, or am I forsaking?

Am I unique, or am I losing it?

I ask you, all of this.

And what do I get?

, but .

Why am I here?

Why did you make me like this?

Is it for a ?

Is it for a ?

Why give me this, and not give me the instructions.

Why make me like this, but not make it easy.

Would that make it too easy?

Would that make it too open?

If so, than what am I supposed to do?

here alone?

Go out a ?

the wounded?

Or just keep on why?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you leave me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why you answer me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you tell me?

Oh, why, why?

Why do you keep trying to break me?

All I want, all I ask, is a little help

But all  I get, all I hear, is a little hurt.

Why? Why make it like this?

Are you this cruel?

Or is there a ?

Can’t you just , or make some ?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you answer me?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you me?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you give me this?

Oh, why, why?

What can I do with it?

But sit here alone, staring up at you.

Asking you these worthless questions.

I guess I’ll never know, but it was worth a .

Until the next I cry, This is goodbye.