Why?

Why when you think you have it all something falls apart?
Why can’t you say good bye, walk away and still be thankful for the time spent?
Why does it feel when your able to make someone else happy, even when its not the best thing for you?
Why must we make hard decisions and live with them everyday, whether they are good or bad?
Why can’t we have it all?
Why must we work so hard to be in the same place every night?
Why do I feel so alone at times?
Why will I go through this process alone?
Why do I cry every night?
Why am I so far away from my paradise?
Why am I still here?
Why do I have to be the one to hold everyone down?
Why isn’t there someone to hold me down?
Why do we fall in love at the wrong time in life?
Why do you find your happiness with someone or something that doesn’t belong to you?
Why must I wait for all good things?
Why do all good things come to an end?
Why does this process have to go so slow?
Why can’t he hold me every night?
Why do I get so emotional when it’s time to leave?
Why must the drive home seem so long?
Why do I love so hard and so faithful?
Why is solitude not a good thing for me most of the time?
Why can’t I go on vacation again? (just to be home)
Why is C-Town the only think that puts a smile on my face these days?
Why am I happy for four hours and things turn for the worst?
Why is this so DAMN hard ?

Why must I ask “why” to questions I may never get the answer too?
None of these questions can be answered; you have to live your life and for the most part allow the dealer to give you a great hand or something you can work with. He will usually take care of the rest.

Why ask why…When why will always be the answer?