Why do I?

Why do I stop and stare when you just walk on by?
Why does that sweet tender smile make me just want to die?
Why does my heart beat fast when I hear you name?
Why do I weap tears of blood everytime you brag his fame?
Why do I stand and curse waiting on the phone?
Why do I feel dull and blue sitting all alone?
Why do I write and rhyme if it just hurts much more?
Why do I wish and hope if you're not mine for sure?
Why does your face hold eyes of morning dew?
Why does your grace strike when I'm missing you?
Why do you haunt my dreams when I lie down in bed?
Why do I wake the same next day and remember what you said?
Why don't I tell you every single day?
Why don't you see past the act and promise that you'll stay?
Why don't I walk away while I have time to spare?
Will I regret this poem the day you're no longer there?