Why, Why, Why?

And I, I am a kite,
caught in a tree,
the wind is blowing hard
tonight,
and you say “hey”,
I turn my head,
but what I mean to say
instead
is “can’t you see
what this is doing to me?”

Before I walk out that door
and we say our goodbyes,
I want to know now,
I want to know why? Why? Why?
Why doesn’t it hurt
so goddamned much
when I’m the one leaving?
Can you tell me that much?

And I walk through the halls,
I grab my bag
and leave the pictures
on the walls,
’cos I feel numb,
yeah I feel dead,
you light a cigarette in
bed but can’t you see
what this is doing to me?

Before I walk out that door
and we say our goodbyes,
I want to know now,
I want to know why? Why? Why?
Why doesn’t it hurt
so goddamned much
when I’m the one leaving?
Can you tell me that much?

So I, I wave goodbye,
I try to smile
then I pretend
to check the time.
You wink your eye
the way you do,
I guess there’s still
a part of you
that’s killing me,
but poison can be sweet.

Before I walk out that door
and we say our goodbyes,
I want to know now,
I want to know why? Why? Why?
Why doesn’t it hurt
so goddamned much
when I’m the one leaving?
Can you tell me that much?
Can you tell me that much?