Why does backwards come after forwards?
Why can’t I step back in your shoes?
Why can’t a write have a reason
And why didn’t God give us no clues

Why did no one answer my question?
And why in hell did you disappear that day
Why can’t I choose what is the season
And why do you hurt me. Hurt me that way



I’ll try and answer now if I close my eyes
You couldn’t have ever felt what I felt
Your writing was shit I thought so anyway
And you just don’t know the cards I was dealt

The question was rude and no one knows the answer
You weren’t shrewd and you weren’t conscious
What the fuck was I supposed to say
And anyway you asked me, you said
That you liked it that way