Good things always come to an end.
Happiness fades to sadness,
Love fades to dust
Hatred eventually dies down
And memories tend to be forgotten.

But it's not the good things we complain about.
Why can he love me?
Why can't she love me?
Why do I constantly get picked on?
Why can't I be skinny?
Why can't I be the one?

Constantly people are questioning themselves because of the image people burn into their heads about the perfect body.
Constantly everyone gets hurt.
Constantly he ignores me.
Constantly she ignores me.

If good things happen, bad things must happen too.
If happiness is what you feel eventually you'll feel sadness too.
If you feel overwhelmed with love, one day you'll hurt again.
If you feel pure hatred, don’t you think you'll regret it on your deathbed?
If you remember the little things now, just remember, with age you forget.

So why?
Why do we feel the things we feel?
Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we ask ourselves the unsolved questions?
Why do we even care?
Eventually everything dies. Eventually it stops.
So why are we still doing this?