The Why
Why, why, why?
Always a question,
never an answer
Why to do this, why to do that...
It's all about the reasoning
The why
Why, why, why?
Always running through the head
Why, why, why?
The question asked
But never answered
The question known
and still unknown
why, why, why?
Who knows
None of us
But we all ask
to each other and ourself
Why, why, why?
Why this?
Why that?
Why me?
Why her?
Why him?
Why them?
Why, why, why
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ChemicallyDeformed
To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.
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