"WHY"

Why everytime I call you, your never home,but you get mad if i say another guys name in or out of your present. Why do you have other people checking up on me when you can check on me yourself but you feel like it is a waste of time. Why everytime I leave you your name is on my mind. Your lips and eyes, the way you smile and cry, but all I ask myself is "WHY". Why,why,why is all I ask you but when I have nothing to say, I cry. So I'll say again why,why,why, oh please answer me, please answer this "why is over between you and me?" Now I had it with your looks and your ways, then when I think about the good things, I ask myself "WHY"