Why does greatness die young, evil dies old.
Why does good hurt, and bad laugh.
Why do dreamers want it all, yet get nothing. Slacker get everything, yet wanting nothing.
Why does love leave when love is a peak of selfless passion.
Why does family hate you when you love them most.
Why are you abandoned at the door when your bleeding?
There are many more questions cruising through memories of a history book lost in the dust of time.
Why do the tear drops of the green eyes go unnoticed by the wavers of the hazel cold lover, gone with the wind of eternity. Never to come back, her eyes froze in time, soul released from ceasur. Telling the tale of dripping ache.
N.A.
The question of why.
May 27, 2008
Why does greatness die young, evil dies old.
Why does good hurt, and bad laugh.
Why do dreamers want it all, yet get nothing. Slacker get everything, yet wanting nothing.
Why does love leave when love is a peak of selfless passion.
Why does family hate you when you love them most.
Why are you abandoned at the door when your bleeding?
There are many more questions cruising through memories of a history book lost in the dust of time.
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