Why

Why should I give my heart to you, when am your number two. Why should I act dumb, when I know you are with another woman having fun. Why should I be happy when you ask someone else to be your wife, when I was the only one that stood by your side in your life. Why should I be placed out of sight, when all I cared and did do was put and ending to the stormy days an add nothing but sun light. Why should I be in senseless pain, when I wasn’t them or the ones who drove you critically insane. Why should I be told something you never did mean, when all the time you said to me I was your one and only queen. Why, why me.