Why

Why do we pretend to understand, even when we can't hear the words?
Why do we try to heal wounds through revenge, instead of crying out our tears?
Why do we fear the unknown and persecute the misunderstood?
Why do our words fail to come, when we try to speak our minds?

I try, but I'm afraid
So many questions without answers
I try to run away
And I climb, up to the sky, and search deep within my heart
Yet the answer I know, is right before my eyes

Why? Just because Why?
Why? Just because Why?

Why are we so afraid to die, but never even try to live?
And why does it always seem that the bad wins over the good?
Why can't we get satisfaction? We always focus on the negative.
Why can't we solve things through peace? Cause we're scared of silence.

I try, but I'm afraid
So many questions without answers
I try to run away
And I climb, up to the sky, and search deep within my heart
Yet the answer I know, is right before my eyes

Why? Just because Why?
Why? Just because Why?

Why are the rich and beautiful in power?
Why do we raise ourselves by lowering others?
Why do we never find value in the simple things?
And why is 16 so sweet?

Why when we look into one's eyes we want to kiss them?
Why do we say maybe every time we really mean yes?