Why do I always seem to feel alone?
These thoughts of loneliness have only grown.

Why do I always seem to have gone wrong?
How could this pain last so long?

Why do I stutter, instead of speak?
Can't I be strong, instead of weak?

Why must these things get the best of me?
I'm blinded in tears; now I can't see.

Why am I jealous of the girl who stole your kiss?
Living in fear that it's her you'll always miss..

Why do I always run to find a safe place to cry?
When all I really need is for you to look me in the eye.

Why do I tend to keep myself away from this life's pleasure?
I'll do anything to get away: any task or any measure.

If there was just one thing I could say before I die..
I'd come to you and ask if you could somehow tell me why..