And I'm Losing My Favourite Game...

And I'm Losing My Favourite Game...

Why?

Why me?

Why does it happen to the others?

Why do i believe in angels?

Why do i believe you're one of them?

Why do i believe only you can help me pull through?

Why?

Why aren't you here by me?

Why aren't you here to hold my hand, cross that last hurdle?

Why?

What are you busy with?

Why do you not sense anything?

Why do you always need me to tell you?

Why?

Why can't you just spend more time with me?

Why?

A thousand and one Questions.

Why must there be Questions within us?

Where do we find the Answers?

Do they crawl up to you?

Creep up to you?

Get sent through someone else?

Why does it always happen together?

Can't we just do without a word in the dictionary? Depression