So as I stand here dying of silence tonight,

The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan

You will return again,



[chorus:]

Why?

I ask myself sometimes,

Dine on small talk after school

Why?

I ask myself sometimes



So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight,

Can't help but feel a little

uncomfortable alright

you will return again



[chorus]



Why?

I ask myself sometimes

Why, why , why?

I ask myself sometimes

Why, why, why?





[Thanks to Manno1441@aol.com for these lyrics]