Why,
the question is why.
Was it all a lie?
Is it all that meets the eye?

The end is nigh.
No dreams will fly.
I silently cry,
as I say goodbye.

Tears run dry,
a smile so wry,
I can not deny,
My life was all a lie.

Sitting by the tree
I looked up to see
There’s a gift for me
Oh what could it be?

The gift was heavy
The messenger weary
Was it that hard to carry?

I stared at the sky
And heaved a sigh
It was from that guy
It was his gift goodbye.