Questions
Where does love hide when it’s lost?
Where’s the salt when tears dry up?
Where do forgotten memories go?
How can emptiness fill me?
Why do I want what I can’t have?
Or close my eyes and still see?
How can right sometimes be wrong?
And why do small things matter more?
Why is there only just one truth?
And is it always in the middle?
How can my dreams be clear as day,
while my days are so deceiving?
What will I find when I stop looking?
When will I figure out what I’m doing?
Where’s the balance without a scale?
Why do I follow the rules,
when I don’t want to play the game?
Why do I always have to choose?
How many times can one heart shatter,
before it breaks forever?
Where’s the chance I need to take?
Does everything have its reason?
And how many nights will I still spend,
with this lonely, lonely feeling?