There are moments in a day
I sit and wonder why
Why is it we keep coming back to this
Why is it things always need to be like this
Why is it we keep lying like this
Why is it that I feel like this
And in these moments
I have to ask myself
Why do I keep doing this
Why do we keep playing like this
Why is it you keep coming back
Simply why do we keep coming back to this
If there is no love
Should we be playing this game
If there are no rules
How do we know when to stop
If there is only mutual affection
Should we keep coming back to this
Or is there a danger that affection will turn to love
If one of us isn’t careful
if one of us isnt truthful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem