Why do you play with broken glass for the third time when you already had the better one?
Why do you care so much when someone don't?
Why does someone matter when you don't?
Why don't you appreciate when someone else does?
Why can't you respect when people do?
Why can't you forget what's in the past?
Why do you want to change the future by removing the past and escaping the present?
Why do you confuse yourself when someone else could make it clear?
Why do you wait when you know you might regret?
Why does the story have no ending?
Why do some feelings last forever?
Why don't you care about your pride when someone could just be really ego?
Why do you still wait even after those two silent moments?