Why do you care so much when she reaches out her hand to catch a butterfly? Why do you care when she swings her legs over the side to enjoy the view?

Why does not thinking ever stop you thinking and dreading? Why does delaying never work?

Why does her fearless grin give you strength? Why do you never have a plan?

Why does the world want you dead? Why, when you run, will you stop so she can catch up?

Why, when she is taken, do you die? Why do your hearts stop; why is your home silent? Why did she mean so much to you? ((Did, does, will do, never did, never will, but not)) Why do they all mean so much to you?

Why do you never get to say goodbye?

Why are you always left to pick up the pieces?

Why do you always live?

Why does she always die?