Why? I just don't know.

My pen is pressed firmly to this paper
Trying to think of the perfect form, of simply put
yet perfectly poetic words to describe this sticky situation
But all thats coming out is, "see what had happened was"

I don't know why I'm trying so hard to make this right
All that is on your mind, is summer vacations and
the ice cold beers, you sip
All day is that how you forget

My mind is flying out, way above this room
I'm among the clouds in the sky
And there are no simply put, perfectly poectic words
just to explain why

Why things turned out this way
Why the days fall so perfectly in place
when everything else is falling apart
Why the good times go so fast
and the bad so slow

I'm sorry but, I don't know
I don't know
I just don't know

I'd love to sit and write in a very nice but eloquent way
That things haven't turned out becasue this isn't the end
Or that things aren't are bad as they seem at the moment
but I'm sorry honey the words aren't as easy taken
as they are easily said

I don't know, I wasn't there when things were made out this way
The elloquent explanation is now a four page appologly
I'd love to say why these questions were layed out to me

But I think the response is getting more tedious for you to see
than it is for me to write, this constant unknowing cloud
Not getting to know how we will turn out

I'm tired and frustrated, so I will leave this paper tonight
as I did when I sat down, Blank of answers, and completly unknowing
I won't close this subject so that someday I might
Return my head from the sky, and answer the only question anyone ever wants to know
Why?