Why

Why

Why

Why

Why

Why an I crying

In the middle of a road stop

People are probably staring

And I know my family’s upset

If I was nervous

I should be happy that  it’s over

That I did it

If I wasn't

Than what am I crying for

I'm not upset that I didn't win

I’m not that kind of person

And the other people were incredible

I’m not upset that I didn't do my best

Ok, I'm a bit disappointed

That some high notes escaped my reach

But not enough to cry

I’m overwhelmed, I think

By the sudden onslaught of nervousness

That hit me in the warm up room

By the emotion I put into my songs

And watched other people put into there's

But mostly by the nervousness

The fact that someone talked to me

Might be part of it

She was nice

And friendly

And that was the problem

I’m not used to nice people

I don’t know what to predict

Or how to respond

Another part of my emotion might be jealousy

And I hate it

I’m not a jealous person

I'm not

I’m not 

I’m not

I never am

And never want to be

But I am jealous

Jealous that these people can sing like that

Better than me

And have friends at the same time

It’s not fair

But I know it is 

It is fair

They might have all sorts of other problems

That I don’t know about

So that’s why I hate it

I hate it

I hate it

I hate it

Not only am I upsetting my family

And embarrassing myself

Part of the reason I’m upset

Is because I’m as selfish jerk