Why do our questions stay unasked?

Why can’t our first loves be our last?

Why do I hate everything I’ve made?

Don’t you care about what you have saved?

Echoes remind me of who I am

And who I was, now, I can’t stand

My eyes are lifted toward the clouds  

But your help is covered by my doubt

Why do I separate, why do I separate myself?

I’m split, right down the middle

I can’t help but feel just a little tense

A little tense

Help I’m torn here apart in the middle

I hope I still have just a little sense

A little sense

Disappointment follows me, everywhere that I turn, I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Captivate every thought” you say, but if they slip by... Should I run away?

Why do I separate, why do I separate myself?

Why do I separate, why do I separate, why do, I separate myself

I’m split, right down the middle

I can’t help but feel just a little tense

A little tense

I’m torn here apart in the middle

I hope I still have just a little sense

A little sense

Why do I separate, why do I separate, why do I separate myself?

Why do I separate, why do I separate, why do I separate myself?

I’m split right down the middle

I can’t help but feel just a little tense.

A little tense

I’m torn here apart down the middle

I hope that I still have a little sense

A little sense

Why do I separate

Why do I separate

Why do I separate

Why do I