Why heart, why

Why do you hurt me with your smile?

why do you pain me by being you?

why did you love me for a while?

why did it turned out to be not true?

why does my heart just want to die?

why can't I yank it out of my chest?

why is it never: You and I?

why can't I lay this thing to rest?

Because I refuse, against all reason,

because my heart has it's own mind,

because I want to forgive the treason,

but it's just heartache that I find.