Why is there pain, that I need to endure? Why is there hope, that I need to move on? Why is there a
heart being broken, when I know I've given my best?
Why do I fall in love when I know it wouldn't stay? Why do I
still believe when I know I'm just pretending? Why do I feel this way when I know that someone believes in me? Why do
I suffer and struggle when I know i have to be contented?
