Why?

As I watch you
Pass me by,
I cannot help
But wonder why.

Why you will never
Look deep into my eyes,
And see all of
My desperate silent cries.

Instead you look at her
With all the love you hold.
And as I see this,
My broken soul grows cold.

Why is it her
That your heart desires?
I ask myself this
As my mind grows tired.

Why will you never
Give your love to me?
Why will it always
Be her that you see?