Tell Me Why
I often sit and wonder
about the way things are
if I was not the way I am
would I have gone so far
If you’d been a little closer
when I needed you so bad
would I have made the same mistakes
that now make you so mad
I stare at the mirror
and I only see
a person standing there
who seems to be me
I am a stranger to myself
since I met you
still I want to believe
that what you said was true
tell me why you can feel
the things I keep inside
tell me why you can steal
the things I try to hide
tell me why it doesn’t help
to sit and think about
now why should I care at all to help
with what you said you’d do without?