Why do the stars always appear brighter
When life is just beginning
Why do days seem so much sunnier
When bottles are just for spinning
Why do appearances mean so little
When our eyes are bigger than our bellies
Why do croissants taste so good
When filled with jams and jellies
Why do answers always follow questions
When in truth we don’t want to know
Why do we dream in color
When our lives are black and white like snow
Why do we do such things
When we know it isn’t right
Why can’t we appreciate ourselves
When happiness is within sight
Why do we forget about love
When things turn down with sorrow
Why do we always forget
When things always get better tomorrow
