Internal thoughts
Why do we look at things as only good or bad
How come few understand that we only know happy if we knew sad
Why is knowing that and excepting it two different things
How come broken hearts are like birds with broken wings
Why can’t you find love if you search for it
How come life gives you what you never want to get
Why is love so fragile
How come love is the largest internal battle
Why is love so painful
How come knowing this, it’s still so gainful
Why does love either heal a shattered heart or make it worse
How come love hurts
Why does love preoccupy the mind
Why is love so necessary, yet so hard to find
How come love can take you to the end of the world and back
Why it is love can only do that
How come the soul is just a build-up of grime
Why are so many questions only answerable by Time
How come so many things are unknown
Why is it once you’ve found love, it never leaves you alone
How come love is forever growing
Why are so many satisfied with not knowing
How come Time scuffs up the soul
Why does Time stop and encourage our blood flow
How come Time weighs so heavy on the soul
Why is it that such a load barely shows
How is it that Time stalks you like a shadow, silently in the dark
Why does something so large leave such an invisible mark
These questions are what life is about
Questions like these are what we live to find out
Who’s the Grim Reaper, Love or Time
Why will they both, if not taken, leave you behind
How can something so special wreak so much havoc
And why do you always have to have it
How can something so rare so quiet
How can something so well-known be so well hidden, like no one knows about it
Why do only a few get to find love uncovered
How come you have to be lucky for love to be discovered
How can the Reaper of Time make life so undesirable
How can these be so necessary, for that’s undeniable
Why do we look at things as only good or bad
How come few understand that we only know happy if we knew sad
Why is knowing that and excepting it two different things
How come broken hearts are like birds with broken wings
Why can’t you find love if you search for it
How come life gives you what you never want to get
Why is love so fragile
How come love is the largest internal battle
Why is love so painful
How come knowing this, it’s still so gainful
Why does love either heal a shattered heart or make it worse
How come love hurts
Why does love preoccupy the mind
Why is love so necessary, yet so hard to find
How come love can take you to the end of the world and back
Why it is love can only do that
How come the soul is just a build-up of grime
Why are so many questions only answerable by Time
How come so many things are unknown
Why is it once you’ve found love, it never leaves you alone
How come love is forever growing
Why are so many satisfied with not knowing
How come Time scuffs up the soul
Why does Time stop and encourage our blood flow
How come Time weighs so heavy on the soul
Why is it that such a load barely shows
How is it that Time stalks you like a shadow, silently in the dark
Why does something so large leave such an invisible mark
These questions are what life is about
Questions like these are what we live to find out
Who’s the Grim Reaper, Love or Time
Why will they both, if not taken, leave you behind
How can something so special wreak so much havoc
And why do you always have to have it
How can something so rare so quiet
How can something so well-known be so well hidden, like no one knows about it
Why do only a few get to find love uncovered
How come you have to be lucky for love to be discovered
How can the Reaper of Time make life so undesirable
How can these be so necessary, for that’s undeniable
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