Why does everything have to be like this?
Why do they have to walk like that,
to talk like that,
to scream like that,
to hit like that?
I. Don't. Know.
What happened to the good times?
The fun times,
the best times...
Why did they turn into the worst times?
And the worst parts are,
#.1. I'm stuck in the middle of it
#.2. There's nothing I can do to help. Nothing. And it hurts.
She talks to me, she explains to me.
I listen.
Then I go back,
and now
She also wants to know.
I can't talk, but it hurts if I don't.
She was so beautiful,
so fun,
so easily relaxed.
Now?
She's depressed,
lonely,
and life is not wonderful anymore.
They both are.
And,
contrary to popular belief,
I feel the same way.
Why does everything have to be like this?
Why do they have to walk like that,
to talk like that,
to scream like that,
to hit like that?
I. Don't. Know.
