Nhạc sĩ: Mike Sabath, Shawn Mendes, Eddie Benjamin, Scott Harris
Opened up my journal to a pageEverything hurts me still the sameFeels like there's nothing new for me to sayWhy,why, why, why,why, whySweating through the sheets, shaking in bedVisions of her naked in my headBut I went off and chose myself instead Why, why,why,ease my mindI don't know why Idon't know, I don't know whyWhy, why, why?I stepped off the stage with nothing leftAll the lights were f***ing with my headBut here I am singing songs againWhy,why,why?It eats my mindI don't know whyWhyHigherWhoa, whoa, whoaIt's like everything goes Round andround and round and roundI thought I was about to be a fatherShook me to the core,I'm still a kidSometimes I still cry out for my mother Why, why,why?I don't know why
