If love is a beautiful thing, why does it make me cry?
If life is worth living, why do I want to die?
If the truth is honest, why do I lie?
Everything contradicts itself in the end, or maybe the problem is just me.
If "God" is so forgiving, why won't he let me be?
If everything has a reason, why isn't it seen?
If I was made for greatness, why do I feel the same.
If love is a beautiful thing, why does it bring me pain.
If love is a beautiful thing, why do you make me feel shame.