Why throw stones if you live in a glass house?
Why lie to yourself if you have instincts?
Why don’t you believe in the dark cloud before it rains cats and dogs?
Why mess with the present knowing it will mess with your future?
Why do you even want to beat a dead horse when it causes harm?
Why try to open closed doors without the right keys?
Why be a man with no heart but proclaim your legitimacy?
Why be a woman with no care but cry?
Why hate the world you live in when you can hate the world you are not in?
Why destroy the exact thing which make you?
Why, why, why?