Lyrics

We go through life, asking all these questions
Why is there good and bad and what's with these imperfections
well Part of life, is not knowing all the reasons
Why is there pain and dying and why are there for seasons

Why are there some, who hurt the one's they love
Why do we think it's wrong to talk about what's up above
Why do we keep, what we want to say inside
And why when you're in live, do you get those butterflies now

You can ask me about it
Fate isn't in my hand
So why ask me about it

You know of some, who are judging you today
Those are the one's who'll be burning bridges along the way
And what's with the good guy, always finishing last
And why's everyone obsessed with living life, oh so fast

You can ask me about it
Fate isn't in my hand
So why ask me about it

Look up high, to the sky
Look up high, asking why
Look up high, to the sky,
Look up high, and won't you find out why
Won't you find out why