Why cant i tell you, when i mean to
Why cant i tell you, what i mean to
Why is it easier written than said
Why were we so much in love then
Why did we write letters everyday
Why did we talk over phone all day
Why dont we write now?
Why dont we talk so much now?
Why dont we love so much now?
Is it the times that change
Or is the age that grows
Or is the mind that ages
Why cry for more of something else
When all that i need is you and nothing else.