Why is it so easy to make new friends but so hard to keep them?
Why do we always want the things we know we cannot have?
Why, oh! Why do all the wrong things feel just right sometimes?
Why does one drink turn to five?
Why do we hurt the people we say we love?
Why is easier to lie than to tell the truth?
Why be a coward when you know you can be brave?
Why do we bemoan our situations but seldom change them?
Why do we talk about people rather than help them?
Why is it easy to accentuate people and their flaws but hide ours?
Why do we never admit to being insecure?
Why do we love and act like we don’t?
Why? why? why???
Do you wonder like I do? If you know why, I would love to know…