"why" a. lennox


why....why....
why....why....
how many times do i have to try
to tell you
that i'm sorry for the things i've done
but when i start to try to tell you
that's when you have to tell me
this kind of trouble only just
i tell myself too many times
why don't you ever learn
to keep your big mouth shut
that's why it hurts so bad
to hear the words
that keep on falling from your mouth
falling from your mouth
falling for your mouth
tell me why....why....
why....why....
i may be mad i may be blind
i may be viciously unkind
but i can still read
what you're thinking
and i've heard is said too many times
that you'd be better off
besides...
why can't you see this boat is sinking
let's go down to the water's edge and
we can cast away those doubts
some things are better left unsaid
but they still turn me inside out
turn me inside out..turn me inside out
tell me...why...why...
this is the book i never read
these are the words i never said
this is the path i'll never tread
these are the dreams
i'll dream instead
this is the joy that's seldom spread
these are the tears the tears we shed
these are the contents
of my head
and these are the years
that we have spent
and this is what they represent
and this is how i feel,
do you know how i feel?
cause i don't think you know how i feel
i don't think you know
what i feel
i don't think you know what i feel
you don't know what i feel.