� There are too many questions Why? There are too many things I want to know And I can't find the answer On this earth Why do we have to get used to the details? Why is it always like that? If you don't worry, you'll regret it And why is it that this life is a struggle? Don't believe it? Just try to find a goal and then plan it Why do we always hide the truth like that elephant? Why do we always like to believe in things we don't see? Believe in tomorrow And face today Why are there stories that can't be digested, but have to swallow? Why can't we stand one more bad thing? Why is it like the worst time? Why did we become children? Our bodies will not be like that Life is always looking for the usual bad things But why are the words of the heart really like the lies? Why do we have to choose bad Why do we have to let that go? Why are there people who are wrong and people who learn to make mistakes without being discovered? Why do we always hide the truth like that elephant? Why do we hope for the best even though we know there is no victory? Why is the world like a maze? It's not worth it when you're done Why does revenge help us survive? But it doesn't help us survive Why does it matter if you succeed or fail? Why does it matter if you succeed or fail? Why can we only assimilate fear but never kill it? Why when I write, this life tries harder Why does love and reason hate each other? Why do we live among innumerable feelings? But in the end, we decide to live in pain I give my faith Someday there will be an answer I give my faith Someday hope will fade I keep looking I keep looking My mother's books always say I give my faith Someday there will be an answer I give my faith Someday hope will fade I keep looking I keep looking My mother's books always say Why can't we be like when we were young not afraid of making mistakes? Why can't beautiful memories be repeated twice? Why are there colors of light that we still dare to cling to? Why do we never look for the answer? Why do we lack today but believe that tomorrow will come? Why do we all want to be special in someone else's life? Why don't we play friendly? Why does the long road make our legs cramp? Why do we sometimes talk to people that are not friendly? Why do we want to draw a new picture but the old man has to wipe his feet? Why do they judge others but can't predict their own future? Why do we spend a lot of time but they are always shadowed by the opinions of many people but quickly forget the harsh words that they have given to others? Why can't peace really be simple like a small smile? Why do we do a lot but not achieve results because we are lazy? When should we wait for this life? When should we keep going the way we didn't expect? There will be many opportunities we come late and don't wait for the future. As long as we know the result we may have made the right decision. I always say this way and that way our life is full of twists and turns and my mom says why don't you buy a book about reading? I give my faith there is an answer in a day I give my faith there is a hope in a day I give my faith there is a hope in a day I keep looking for the goal on that road I keep looking for the book my mom always says I keep looking for the book my mom always says