Why Must It Be

Why must it be, always the start

Never arriving, always staying where you are

Why must I be, always the last

One to remember, all the ways of the heart

And as I loose control, and the barriers fold

And I hurtle down, to the rocks below

And when the pistol loads, and the flesh grows cold

I blame it all on myself

Why must it be, the better you are

The harder I try to, try to get away from

When will we see, a way that is right

And lose these convictions

That keep us slaves to the mind

But when the pity's gone, and theres only wrong

Can you find some love, for yourself

And the sympathy, that your gonna need

Is there for free, in yourself...

Why must it be, the same as before

Never satisfied, always wanting more

Why must it be, always so hard

Never arriving, always waiting to start