Why is my life turned upside-down?
Why do I feel I am looking like the clown?
In this freak show, am I wearing the crown?
Why is my view buried underground?
How can this not cause a cascade?
And the occasional fit of rage?
Tell me how I quicken the fade?
Why do I trap myself in this cage?
How can something feel so true, yet be wrong?
What makes an intuition worth acting upon?
Why do I want to try, on and on?
What makes me like her song?
Why do I want to give up on love?
Why does friendship feel like it'll never be enough?
Why do I get the impression that she's just acting tough?
Why do I think that I should call the bluff?
Why am I willing to lose something great?
Why am I not willing to wait?
Why do I feel like I am the one that's fake?
Why is it that questions fill this page?