The Questions

She asked me why I treat her the way I do?

Why do I cause her this stress when I gotta do is tell the truth?

Why do I continue to say things that continues to make us argue?

She says she don't know who I am, she thinks I don't know who I am either or even have a clue

She wanna know why I follow the homie girl on Facebook like it's a big thing

She wanna know why we engaged but she ain't got no ring?

She asked me why can't we just get married and get it over with? 

Why can't it just be a simple wedding and then we can be over it?

I ask her, why don't you continue to trip?

I don't cheat, I might look at another girl every once in a while but still that ain't

Why is it that you ask me questions and tell me to tell the truth but my truth is excuses and all you do is give me lip?

Why you ask me to do things and when I do, your attitude starts to flip?

Why did you give me the ring back in the first place?

I mean I lost the ring, true, but why you put it on the hood of the car and not somewhere in your purse space?

Why you gotta be in control and have your way all the time?

Plus you not the only person getting married, did you forget this wedding is also mine?

Did you forget that things like these take some time?

Every answer that I give you, is there something wrong with my lines?

You're suppose to be my A and me your B, I compliment you and you compliment me. Is there something wrong with the way we rhyme?

This relationship is far from perfect, we know that

But all in all we love each other and we show that

I just want you stop and so will I

But until they do, I guess our questions will continue to collide.