Why is that, you don’t always get what you expect?
Why is that, when you expect you get nothing?
Why is that, when you don’t, you get plenty?
Why is that, when you hate someone but can’t forget him?
Why is that, when you love someone and have to let her go by?
Why is that, we love a stranger so dearly?
Why is that, we proclaim oh…I love you the most in this world?
Why is that, still you are just another guy?
Why is that, we seldom realize that someone loves us?
Why is that, at one point we imagine how our life would be with her?
Why is that, at the other point, we try to be stoic?
Why is that, you have a lot to say deep inside?
Why is that, you have nothing to utter outside?
Why is that, when we know we not gonna get it, still?
Why is that, we reach out for it and fall over?
May be, some gains were to be made out of pain…
That is Why.
Why is that, when you expect you get nothing?
Why is that, when you don’t, you get plenty?
Why is that, when you hate someone but can’t forget him?
Why is that, when you love someone and have to let her go by?
Why is that, we love a stranger so dearly?
Why is that, we proclaim oh…I love you the most in this world?
Why is that, still you are just another guy?
Why is that, we seldom realize that someone loves us?
Why is that, at one point we imagine how our life would be with her?
Why is that, at the other point, we try to be stoic?
Why is that, you have a lot to say deep inside?
Why is that, you have nothing to utter outside?
Why is that, when we know we not gonna get it, still?
Why is that, we reach out for it and fall over?
May be, some gains were to be made out of pain…
That is Why.
