Why is it you must be so very cruel to me in order to be kind?
Why, when I hold you close, do you insist your toes are being stood on by mine?
Why, when I kiss your lips, do you astound me, saying that you won't put your arms around me?
No one should be that cold.
But whatever I've done, surely I've a right to know why, oh why, oh why.
Why is it every time we visit friends of mine, you never want to go?
Why, when I'm feeling good, do you act as if I should, even an all-time low?
Why, after all these years we've been together, must you behave as if we'd hardly ever spoken, let alone met?
Why, it seems that you're happy as long as I'm upset, oh why, oh why, oh why.
Is it that you don't love me, oh why, have you just had enough of me, oh why, do I always have to cry?
No one can ever love me more than I have to darker look back at falling asleep and looking at a clock which turns diverted during sleep.
Why, do you think I really want to go?
I hope you know why.
I hope so.
I hope so.
Why in the name of God are you so angry? Could it be that you can no longer stand me? Tell me and I will go.
Oh, you're breaking my heart just in case you didn't know why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why.
Oh, you're breaking my heart just in case you didn't know why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why.