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Array ( [sid] => 138004 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Why [time] => 2007-10-25 08:44:17 [hometext] => I got tired of asking myself why and decided to ask somebody else hoping to find an answer... [bodytext] => Why a dude can’t remember what a girl can’t forget?
Why it’s always the good one, to be treated like…?
Why we do stupid things, and live life with regrets?
Why when the other person’s wrong, the shoe never fits?
Why it hurts so bad, just to hear the word love?
Why does everything go wrong, when push comes to shove?
Why we fight so hard, trying to find the truth?
Why we throw away what’s new, and keep what’s used?
Why we search so long, for what’s right in front of us?
Why we give our heart to those we don’t trust?
Why it feels so bad, to feel so good?
Why don’t we do the things that we know we should?
Why do we humans always want, what we can’t have?
Why do we wait so long, to try to find the right path?
Why it’s so easy to believe in a lie, hard to believe the truth?
Why we run away from happiness, instead of the abuse?
Why is love verbally used, and rarely ever felt?
Why the good ones fall so hard, trying to catch ourselves?
Why are some things so hard to try to understand?
Why is it so hard to find a REAL man?
Why do people always say, what they don’t mean?
Why is it that for love, you do unthinkable things?
Why is it so hard to escape the past?
Why don’t the good moments ever last? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Chillz09 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Why

Contributed by Chillz09 on Thursday, 25th October 2007 @ 08:44:17 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Why a dude can’t remember what a girl can’t forget?
Why it’s always the good one, to be treated like…?
Why we do stupid things, and live life with regrets?
Why when the other person’s wrong, the shoe never fits?
Why it hurts so bad, just to hear the word love?
Why does everything go wrong, when push comes to shove?
Why we fight so hard, trying to find the truth?
Why we throw away what’s new, and keep what’s used?
Why we search so long, for what’s right in front of us?
Why we give our heart to those we don’t trust?
Why it feels so bad, to feel so good?
Why don’t we do the things that we know we should?
Why do we humans always want, what we can’t have?
Why do we wait so long, to try to find the right path?
Why it’s so easy to believe in a lie, hard to believe the truth?
Why we run away from happiness, instead of the abuse?
Why is love verbally used, and rarely ever felt?
Why the good ones fall so hard, trying to catch ourselves?
Why are some things so hard to try to understand?
Why is it so hard to find a REAL man?
Why do people always say, what they don’t mean?
Why is it that for love, you do unthinkable things?
Why is it so hard to escape the past?
Why don’t the good moments ever last?

Copyright Â© Chillz09 ... [ 2007-10-25 08:44:17]
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Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 25th October 2007 @ 08:13:02 PM AEST
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I can't answer much of those questions, but for the ones I can, I'd say the answer was so that you can learn to look inward for the answers.

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