Why? Why do I search for the sunshine In the blackest part of the night? Why does my body seek pleasure When all that my soul knows is plight? Why do they think I'm so happy? The rain never ends deep inside. Why do I seek out companions When all that I want is to hide? Why can't they see I'm pretending? I'm not who they think me to be. Why can't I take off this mask that I wear To show them I'm really just me? Why doesn't anyone help me? Are they wearing masks just like mine? Are they feeling helpless and hopelessly lost While acting like everything's fine? Why, if it's true, won't I help them And tell them I'm feeling the same? Why must we go on pretending And playing this long, senseless game? Why can't we see that we're dying? Why go on living this lie? Why can't we end all this madness And why can't we do it now? Why? 10 July 1990 [Back]