'Why?' you ask?
Because right from the start you've been nice to me
That those minor things that you did had a major impact on me
That no matter how stubborn I was, you still lent your helping hand
That every time I see you I ask myself "why?"
Why didn't I notice you right from the start?
Why did I cast you aside with all those other people not worthy of my attention?
Why was I foolish enough to not look at you the same way I looked at my friends?
Then again I asked myself "why?"
Why did I rethink my thoughts?
Why am I stressing over someone who is probably just really nice?
You asked me why
You showed me the beauty of the skies
