What is the reason, I feel this way? Is it the season? It's dragging me down I don't have an excuse, there's no one to blame I feel like a failure, and I'm so ashamed
Why this, why now? We made it through everything, thought we make it through somehow Why you why me? When the end is near, forget philosophy.
Why is the reason, how it comes to this? Here I am leaving, and there you sit I don't have an excuse, but it's just so hard To watch all our things move From where they belong
Why this why now? We'd made it through everything, thought we'd make it through somehow Why you? Why me? When the end is near for get philosophy.