Why

Can anybody tell me why I'm here, Amidst so many people, yet alone? Why can't I seem to shed a single tear Nor even find in me that mournful groan? Why can such hope be snatched from in my grasp And why did I believe that this would be? Why didn't such a thing release its clasp So long ago, when truth was shown to me? Can someone please explain to me the reason Why I persist in playing at this game Of imitating life? Is this the season To start again or end? Is it the same? I don't know why it had to go this way But I need you if I'm to live another day.