So many times I wonder why.
So many times I sit and cry.
So many questions left unasked.
So many emotions hidden and masked.

So many friends that tell me I'm wrong.
So many days that take to long.
So many days I hope I've found love.
So many times thinking this is enough.

So many times he says I love you.
So many days I wonder if it's true.
So many mixed feelings of joy and pain.
So many hours of waiting in vain.

So many flowers that wilt and die.
So many truths that end up lie.
So many so manys that make up our world.
To many so manys, that may end the world.