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Why
I've always wanted to ask you 'why'
Lord, knows how many times I tried,
But then maybe it's always been my pride
That never let me ask you 'why'
So here it is, I'll finally ask
Why – why was I never good enough?
Why did you tell me you love me,
Then watched me bask in your bluff?
Why did you come back,
Making promises you never intended to keep?
And why is that I have come to believe,
That so many enjoy, thinking they've made me weep?
Do you all think I'm so strong,
That I can stand beneath all the lies,
That with every promise broken,
Not another piece of me dies?
Why! I don't understand why,
What is it about me that makes them claim such devotion,
And then leave without a second thought,
As though I'm a creature without emotion.
I hurt, don't you understand,
It hurts me so,
All the falseness,
Every time you decide to go
But I'm not sorry, that I come off strong
And I'm not sorry I can stand on my own two feet
I don't need you to hold me up,
And I don't need you to feel complete
I've always wanted to ask you 'why'
Lord, knows how many times I tried,
But then maybe it's always been my pride
That never let me ask you 'why'
Lord, knows how many times I tried,
But then maybe it's always been my pride
That never let me ask you 'why'
So here it is, I'll finally ask
Why – why was I never good enough?
Why did you tell me you love me,
Then watched me bask in your bluff?
Why did you come back,
Making promises you never intended to keep?
And why is that I have come to believe,
That so many enjoy, thinking they've made me weep?
Do you all think I'm so strong,
That I can stand beneath all the lies,
That with every promise broken,
Not another piece of me dies?
Why! I don't understand why,
What is it about me that makes them claim such devotion,
And then leave without a second thought,
As though I'm a creature without emotion.
I hurt, don't you understand,
It hurts me so,
All the falseness,
Every time you decide to go
But I'm not sorry, that I come off strong
And I'm not sorry I can stand on my own two feet
I don't need you to hold me up,
And I don't need you to feel complete
I've always wanted to ask you 'why'
Lord, knows how many times I tried,
But then maybe it's always been my pride
That never let me ask you 'why'
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