why are you being the girl in this?
why am i being the guy in this?
why can’t i be there, or you here so we can go about this like it might normally happen.
why do i get the sense i’m doing it again and you can’t tell how i really feel?
my heart is beating, i can’t get you out of my head
why is the universe sometimes the cruelest, but everything happens for a reason…I know.