I've often wondered about many things

Why people say the things they say

And if they really mean it.

They'll befriend you, just to later betray

I've wondered why things happen the way they do

And if it will ever seem right

The only thing we do is live, just to die

Our life is what we make it to be

I've wondered if love is all they claim it to be

But there's two sides to every story.

Some end with life, others in tears

I've wondered why the sun continues to rise each day

And why death just can't stay away.