How come those we adore
Usually don’t wish to stay.
How come the things we aim for
Seem only to drift further away.
How come we always remember
When forgetting is all that we try.
How come when tearing up
We aren’t able to cry.
How come being with loved ones
Doesn’t always help feeling less lonely and sad.
How come every presumed right decision
Seems to turn out bad.
How come when we try taking it slow
Life seems to pass by with high speed.
How come getting what we want
Usually means not getting what we need.
How come when everything is planned
The unexpected drags us off track.
How come when we’re ready for the new
The old always holds us back.
How come there’s never an answer
A medicin or a cure.
And how come I question everything
When it only makes me feel insecure?
Ik zou willen dat ik daar een antwoord op had.
What will be will be, the future is not ours to see !!