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How do you look back when you only see ahead?
How do you feed a heart with no appetite? 
How do you  long for what is already  present?
How do you excite an ordinary passion? 

I don't know.

Why is the familiar so full of contempt?
Why is the new so worthy of compassion?
Why is your pleasure someone else's pain?
Why are there always hidden charges to pay,

 I don't know.

When is it ok to walk away free? 
When do you decide what's better for me?
When did you decide to think it's all dead inside? 
When Will you realize you haven't used wisely what you once valued so highly,

I don't know.

Who are you to decide the terms and conditions for me? 
Who are you to push the clock forward?
Who was the one who didn't hear the wake up call? 
Who The hell you think you are,

I don't know.

What do you do when its all done and you're through?
What do you say when there's nothing left to say?
What do you feel when the feeling is all felt?
What do you think when you've thought every thought?

What didn't I do?
What didn't you?
What did I do?
What did you?

Where did it go?

I don't know,

If I'll ever understand about the who, what, why, where or when of it...