Why do I love you?
Why have I loved you?
Why are you my main priority?
Questions that will never be answered.
Questions that remain a mystery,
questions that will remain in the unknown,
staying in the shadow,
the back room of a shop,
out of sight.
I'm scared to know,
I really am,
It's weird now it's just a scary thought that I'll never know,
I don't want to know.
I may find something I don't love about you,
tearing my heart apart,
making my brain stop completely,
make my lungs unable to breathe,
stop my life as I know it.
I love you the way you are,
the way you have been,
and the way you always will be.
Why do I love you?
Why have I loved you?
Why are you my main priority?
Those questions will never be answered.