So why...?

So why…? So why…?

You can’t expect things to work out

And then not work to work them out

Your logic is illogical
And we both know you’re acting out

A mild dose of thievery

And you can’t tell yourself: “It’s me…”

You can’t hit the bottle and clearly see

You can’t just sit and expect pity

You can’t smoke until you’re surrounded in haze

You can’t sit on the floor while it eats your gaze

You can’t walk around aimlessly for the rest of your days

And you sure as hell can’t go on living this way

So why…? So why…?
Can’t you pick yourself up?!?

Hate them all first before they get a chance to love…

You can’t expect them to come back again

When you subject them to this pain

You can’t calm yourself by taking it out on them

Your logic is illogical, time and again

You can’t expect them to know how you feel

You can’t keep hoping it isn’t real

You can’t bargain your way out, can’t make a deal

And you sure as hell can’t keep thinking your fate is sealed

You can’t keep getting down when things don’t go your way

You can’t keep thinking she’ll stumble upon you one day

You can’t worry about what your may or may not say

And seriously stop longing for better days

So why…? So why…?

Can’t you can’t stop hiding your heart

Why can’t you stop thinking things will fall apart?

You can’t torment the people you call friends

You can’t use them as a means to an end

You can’t break relationships because you’re too stubborn too mend

You can’t hurt when hearing “Let’s just be friends…”

You can’t continue to mull and write

You can’t expect that to make things right

You can’t expect them to see from your line of sight

When what you keep showing them is dark as night

So why…? So why…?

Can’t you see this wasn’t the man you set out to be?

So when exactly will you find “me”…?