She Asked Why

[LuzID: Verse 1] The suspense is eating me See what you don't seem to see is we Connect as one, which means I don't keep my greed to me I let it freely be, which means I'll say these things You may not want to hear or try to even believe Over protective at times with consequences and lies Been rejected through life, first impressions are blind You're perfection to sight, though my possession is like The invention of wine, deception until tried I hear applause, what a brilliant speech She's so resilient and speaks through her opinion it seems She's almost hidden the weak, or written the grief Out of the system she bleeds, possible condition she breathes Frightened by exposure, your intentions grow grosser Standards are lowered, you settle for mediocre The rain hits our shoulders and you pray it's not over Victim of another cold fall, it's October We dress up as monsters, wear dresses or armor Damsel in distress caresses her collar It's impressive artwork, but not a good starter More sex appeal means tears from a father We steal with an honor, like it's no different My reason for caring stems from more than just an interest You are more than just image, you have restored my spirit Your heart is beating...and I can hear it [Hook] Why, do we conjure up lies You're fixed on me, and the same goes for I She asked why, do you never feel alive? What happened in your life? I could tell it wasn't right Why? Beyond the shadows her song cries Maybe the ballad wasn't timed She asked why, she asked why Why, do we bicker back and forth When we don't even know what for She asked why, do we not allow our core to be torn Are we that afraid of more Why, does my mind seem to deceive me Sobs then says please don't leave me She asked why, if I stop breathing Then will the world finally hear me? [Verse 2:] Wrong men teach the lessons My object of affection If you subject yourself to the end of progression Then you'll have less expression, limited in questions, prohibited to mention what you could've fixed then ended We exhibited what's honest, like working alcoholics Kinda like my mom did, but not busted for narcotics The profit of our promise, costed more than the product But I guess that's what happens when you're an artist We're all a work in progress, still maturing We sit still at jury, we could kill the fury Till it spills the blood of another fulfilled attorney For fighting against ourselves, we will not worry Hurry Whisper it slowly, you leave and I am lonely My one an only, friend I can call mostly Hang you on my empty shelf, very first trophy Automatically attacked feeling all cozy [Hook]