Why can't you love me the way that I love you? Why can't you comfort me at times when I am blue? Why can't you come home instead of staying out all night? Why is it that every other day all we seem to do is fuss and fught? Why is it that my time with you is limited to a couple of hours or less a day? Why can't you just get somewhere and "stay"? Why can't you be loving, kind, caring and considerate? Why does giving you "second" and "third" chances make me feel ignorant? Why isn't there trust and communication between us? For those are the two most important things in a relationship that some people might consider a "MUST". Why isn't my love for you never good enough? Why am I constantly putting up with your stuff? Why am I told to chill when you are doing everything else but spend time with me? How would you feel if these shoes where on your feet? Why am I always last on your list of priorities? When in your letters you said with me you'd spend eternity? Why can't I help but feel like there's another? Could it be Rosetta, Renee, Re Re or perhaps a baby mother? Why do you constantly lie to me in my face? About the times you'll be home and how no one or nothings taking my place? Why do you make promises that you know you are unable to keep? Why is it that every other night over you I weep? Why am I in love with you , why am I constantly expecting change? Why does you (my target) seem out of range? Why can't you choose the ones you fall in love with? Why is unhappiness in diguise? Why can't you look deep within me and realize in me you have the prize? Why is love so unfair, why is love so untrue? Why can't love just keep it real instead of playing games with you?