WHY??
Why someone hurts me
and I remember you?
Why I laugh
and I think of you?
Why all the wisdom I have
makes me proud of you?
Why, they say, I look pretty
and I picture you?
Why fragrances beg me
to take back to you?
Why the words I read
let me drift back to a book of you?
Why they talk about love
and I feel betrayed by you?
Why each time they call my name
and I grab a piece of you?
Why there is this world
and I am not with you?
Why, My Papa, why this little glass doll of yours
is forever shattered by you??
and I remember you?
Why I laugh
and I think of you?
Why all the wisdom I have
makes me proud of you?
Why, they say, I look pretty
and I picture you?
Why fragrances beg me
to take back to you?
Why the words I read
let me drift back to a book of you?
Why they talk about love
and I feel betrayed by you?
Why each time they call my name
and I grab a piece of you?
Why there is this world
and I am not with you?
Why, My Papa, why this little glass doll of yours
is forever shattered by you??
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