Sometimes, I sit here and wonder why

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work.
No matter how bad you want it, or how much you think you diserve it, you just don't get it.
And I sit here and wonder... why?
Why shall we love those who don't love us back? What's there to learn?

Sometimes, no matter how loved you feel for those around you, it's just not enough.
And I sit here and wish it was. I wish I could live only on the love that my friends and family give me.
Why can't I depend only on those who are always there for me? Why do I have to need something beyond that?

Sometimes, no matter how much you give, it's not enough to make a person happy.
And I sit here and regret every time I gave myself, every time I wasn't selfish, every moment I spent thinking about others... 'other' actually.
Why should I regret it? Why is it so difficult to find someone to take care of me?

Sometimes, no matter what I do to avoid it, I feel lonesome.
And I sit here and think, maybe, I'll have to get used to it. Perhaps I'll be alone for a really long time.
Why should I get used to it? What's there for me to do in order to revert it?

Sometimes, I just surrender.
And I sit here and cry.
Why does it have to be so hard?