"Why?"

Are you my cure or my disease

I used to be so pure,

Oh why can't you see

How 

You wrecked me

And kept me from being my best

Oh lord,

The pain in my chest

Oh dear god,

Please tell me this is a test

For I am very much distressed

Pour me a glass of wine, dear sir

I'd like to forget my sorrows, for a day

And would like to pretend for a while, that everything is "okay"