Why -- Avril Lavigne

Why, do you always do this to me?
Why, couldn't you just see through me?
How come you act like this,
Like you just don't care at all?
Do you expect me to ballet;
I was the only one to fall.

I can feel I can feel you near me
Even though you're far away.
I can feel I can feel you, baby
Why

It's not supposed to feel this way
I need you, I need you
More and more each day.
It's not supposed to hurt this way
I need you, I need you
I need you, tell me.

Are you and me still together? Tell me.
You think we can last forever? Tell me.
Why

Hey, listen to what we're not saying.
Let's play a different game from what we're playing.
Try, to look at me and really see my heart.
Do you expect me to ballet?
I'm gonna let us fall apart.

I can feel I can feel you near me
Even though you're far away.
I can feel I can feel you, baby
Why

It's not supposed to feel this way
I need you, I need you
More and more each day.
It's not supposed to hurt this way
I need you, I need you
I need you, tell me.

Are you and me still together? Tell me.
You think we can last forever? Tell me.
Why

So go and think about whatever you need to think about.
Go on and dream about whatever you need to dream about.
And come back to me when you notice how you feel.
You feel...

I can feel I can feel you near me
Even though you're far away.
I can feel I can feel you, baby
Why

It's not supposed to feel this way
I need you, I need you
More and more each day.
It's not supposed to hurt this way
I need you, I need youI need you, tell me.

Are you and me still together? Tell me.
You think we can last forever? Tell me.
Why

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Thank you for the music. Thank you for the silence. Thank you for the words. This is a beautiful song.

The poetry of youth -- over-rated to those who have acquired a taste for the vintage; heart-breakingly painful for those who have only begun to appreciate the noise that is the music of life. The fallacy of youth -- I run to re-capture and re-discover my child-hood these days, my attempts made almost desperate by my pace of life and a sweet bohemian poison.

Some songs you really shouldn't listen to too much. The music starts to fade and the poetry start to sing. At this point in time, I usually start to develop a twitch and begin to believe that I live in a pop-art version of Wonderland. Check out the Mad-Hatter in technicolour. Hahaha...

I really should get my ears checked -- they say that they have a direct link to the brain. Heck, I should just get that checked while I'm at it...

: )


JKLM