What if all that was said
Was meant with a different intent
That I was not the object
But rather another
Ah its just questions
Why do I bother?

What if feelings that were felt
In a tiny space of time
We're to be applied elsewhere
Ah its just questions
Why do I care?

Why do I cross one hurdle
Then to be presented with another
Why bury one thing
Then raise a second
Ah its just questions
Driving me round the bend