SILENT CONTEMPLATION Why do I do what I do? Why can't I be just like you? But instead we go our separate ways and I count the days till you come back come back to me... Why can't I see you father? Why do I deceive only you? Why do I do what I do even though it hurts you? Why can't I see and believe in you? Believe in you... So now I've messed up once again You must be tired of holding my hand And still we go our separate ways and I count the days till you come back come back to me...