Why?
By M. F. B. Porter
Why do I try so hard to please you?
Why do you do you never call?
Why do I try to see you?
Why do you never see me at all?
Why do you expect the impossible from me?
Why do I expect you to understand?
Why do you expect me to change myself?
Why do I pretend it’s all in hand?
Why do I feel like you don’t love me?
Why do you say that you do?
Why do I pretend everything’s fine?
Why do you not believe the truth?
Why do you say I lie to you?
Why do I say that I don’t?
Why do you always judge me so harshly?
Why do I need you to say what you just won’t?
Why do I expect things will be different?
Why do you do just the same?
Why do I keep hanging around?
Why do you drive me insane?
Why do you insist that we’re family?
Why do I take that excuse?
Why do you pretend that fixes everything?
Why do I pull away and recluse?
Why do I let you under my skin?
Why do you try to ‘fix’ me?
Why do I compare myself to you?
Why do you leave me in the debris?
Why do you throw me to the wolves?
Why do I believe every time that you won’t?
Why do you leave me there to die?
Why do I pretend that you don’t?
Why do I let this go on?
Why do you say that it’s fine?
Why do I say I believe you?
Why do you waste both our time?
Why do you think I’m not good enough?
Why do I try to prove myself?
Why do you have to be so hard on me?
Why do I feel put on the shelf?
Why do I keep going along?
Why do you drag me with you?
Why do I not move on?
Why do you insist I subdue?
Why do I try so hard to please you?
Why do you never call?
Why do I hang around to see you?
Why do you even think of me at all?
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