Why By: Michael Dykhoff 7/12/00 Lonely boy, sitting at a table. Wonder what he�s thinking? He doesn�t look to stable. He takes a sip from his glass. I can tell he�s waiting for the days to pass. The nights are long and the days are intense. The friends are scarce, and the lovers are dense. Life seems normal, then nothing makes sense. And all this time your wondering, why? You can�t say hello, and you can�t say goodbye. But we try. Crying girl, lying on her bed. Wonder what she�s thinking? Probably wishes she was dead She grabs some pills from her nightstand, And waits for the dice of her life, to land. The nights are long and the days are intense. The friends are scarce, and the lovers are dense. Life seems normal, then nothing makes sense. And all this time your wondering, why? You can�t say hello, and you can�t say goodbye. But we try. Life seems all to overrated, Half the time you wish you�re sedated. You think its love, but its lust. You think its lies, but its trust. Love songs are sugar coated, No one can be that devoted. Maybe these two are meant to love, But its too late now, cause life gave them the shove. So what�s left for them to do? Just try to hold on and fight For what�s right, For you. Don�t ever loose hope. Try to cope, And let life lead you, where it wants to. Even though, Nights are long, days are intense. Friends are scarce, lovers are dense. Life seems normal, then nothing makes sense. And all the time you�re wondering why? You can�t say hello, but you can�t say goodbye. But we try, Until the day we die.
