Letter
Why do I keep remembering memoriez from my past?
Why do I try hard to make each moment last?
Why are there so many liez behind every mans eyez?
Why when I really love someone he grows apart and dies?
Why is it when Im writing I feel so alive?
Why when I see a pool of trouble I always seem to dive?
Why when I cant control myself I look at my hands and theres that knife?
Why do I feel Ill be struggling my whole life?
Why couldnt my life be simple?
Why do I suffer out of billions of teenagers?
Why do I hurt and my life never gets better?
Why do I gotta share all this through this letter?
Why do I dig up so many empty graves?
Why do I find myself writing for days?
Why when they try to play me they get knocked out?
Why when I change my direction I end up on the same route?
Why dont yall understand what Im about?
Why do I find myself writing and writing?
Why am I asking questions I already got answers to?
Why do I try hard to make things better?
Go ahead, sit down and Ill write you another letter!
Copyright © Narine Chamichyan | Year Posted 2007
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