Why do I have this disdainful look on my face?
Why do I have this faraway look in my eyes?
Why do I turn to you so slowly and with such an unseeing gaze when you call my name?
Why, you ask.
Because I remember.
I remember how it used to be.
I remember what you used to be like.
I remember what you once told me you believed.
I remember what you once wanted to be.
And I know now.
I know now how you have changed.
I know now how you feel in your heart.
I know now that your beliefs are different.
I know now that you don't want to be like before.
I know now the way you have lowered your own value of yourself.
So I hurt myself.
I hurt myself by thinking of how you were.
I hurt myself by wishing for the man you once were.
I hurt myself because I believed in you.
I hurt myself because I loved the way you were.
That is why I have this disdainful look on my face
(Because I remember)
That is why I have this faraway look in my eyes
(I know now)
That is why I turn to you slowly and with such an unseeing gaze when you call my name
(I am hurt)
That is why, when you ask why, I ask you: why?
