Why, oh why?
Why do I hurt myself?
Why do I smile when I’m depressed?
Why I can fall into depression so fast?
Why do I wait for something that will never be?
Why can’t I enjoy the moment?
Why my memory can’t remember what’s important?
Why my memory keeps things that doesn’t help?
Why I build hopes that will never live?
Why do I try to ilude myself?
Why do I wait the best?
Why do I daydream things that would never happen?
Why I had to type all that?
