Dont ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, Im often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I dont enjoy the dream of life;
Dont ask me why my happiness has perished,
Why I dont love the love that pleased me then,
No longer can I call someone my cherished--
Who once felt love will never love again;
Who once felt bliss, no more will feel its essence,
A moments happiness is all that we receive:
From youth, prosperity and joyful pleasantry,
All that is left is apathy and grief...
