Why?

Why?
You were always the one to build me up
Then break me down.
Always leaving and coming back into my life without a sound.

Why?
All those years spent together.
Did we leave it hanging like this…no ending?
Like all those countless letters I wrote you without sending.

Why?
I finally started to get over you.
So how come I gave you a second chance?
How come I saved you for the one last dance?

Why?
Nostalgia consumed me and I caved in.
This should be easy since you reciprocated.
But for some reason, everything between us is still complicated.

Why?
It feels like you’re leading me on.
I was just the old friend from your nine years at Catholic school,
Old news, just a broken crayon in the box, a used-up tool.

Why…
Despite all of this, I still love you?