Why?

Why does it feel like this is the first break-up in history?
Before, the reasons were so clear and now they’re a complete mystery.
I hide in myself hoping to pretend, that what we had didn’t end
I laugh to myself so I don’t cry; I don’t scream and don’t ask why

Why does it feel like we shouldn’t have surrendered?
Now I fear that we were both just pretenders.
I run from myself so I can forget, that I fear all the coming regrets
I talk to myself as if to you, maybe I am crazier than anyone knew

Why do I keep forgetting the hurt and the heartache?
As if this ending is such a mistake.
I think to myself, you must be strong; you and he just don’t belong
I listen to myself, starting to mature, being who I am, being pure

Why does it take so long for us to grow up and learn?
We can make it alone, or together, happy or burned.
I teach myself there is so much more, quit hiding out behind your door
I love myself, I needed to; my life has begun anew