why?

Why do I still love you,
when I already know you’d never be mine?
Why do I keep calling out your name,
when I know you can’t hear me shout?
Why do I refuse to forget you,
when you haven’t been by my side?
Why do I think of you, if it’s only making me cry?
Why do I see you as angel,
when you’re the devil, who’s wounded my heart?