It's funny the way things in life turn out,
The way it plays you into thinking you can
Turn around and change the outcome, make it different;
And why it's not? You just don't understand.
It's amusing how much everything turns into a lie,
How nothing is as you hoped, and it all just burns to ash.
The rich are poor, and the poor don't exist,
Everything's all topsy turvy, then gone in a flash.
Promises are made to be broken, never really kept-
The reason why no one ever gets the truth.
Lies were invented to cover up reality,
So in the end it always comes back to you.
And as I contemplate these thoughts of mine,
I turn over many questions in my head?
Why did you do it; why couldn't you just tell me;
And why am I still alive to you instead of dead?
It's things like this that keep this hope burning,
But it's a hope I've grown to slowly hate.
I wish you'd just tell me the truth already,
But instead you're keeping me here, making me wait.
There's no more point to my hoping anymore,
But why I still do is something I can't quite understand.
You lead me on, as you claim to love her, so why do you do it?
Because you're making me think I can.
You keep me wondering why...
