Why do I love you, when I know that you don't love me? Why do I care about you, when you could care less about me? Why do I stay with you every time you tell me to go away?
Why do I dream about you, when I know that my dreams will never come true? Why do we make plans while we both know that you'll never show up?
Why? Why? Why? I keep asking myself ever time I see you. There are so many questions that will remain unanswered. Let's face the truth were not meant to be, so why keep trying