Why is love so complicated?
Why can’t we choose who we love?
Why can’t we choose why we love someone?
Why can’t the people we love, love us equally?
Why do we love love, when love seems hate us?
Why do people never understand?
Why is it that people never use the right words?
Why is it that the wrong people use the right words?
Why is it that the right people use the wrong words?
Why is it that whenever we expect something, we don’t get it?
Why do we always not see the good things that stare us right in
the face?
Why can’t people understand when the joke is getting too much?
Why can’t people get it when you don’t want to play?
Why is it so hard to understand how angry someone can get for
the little things done to us in life?
Why do people keep pushing their luck?
Why can’t we make things happen?
Why do we always have to explain ourselves?
Why can’t people try to read our expressions?