unanswered questions (unfinished songs)

there are so many unanswered questions
and so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
there are so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion is (or seems to be) our only defense

people do not want to face the facts
that we use each other
people would rather fight and lie
than share truth with each other
people would rather hide or die
than get real with each other
fearing each other
people cry

people do not want to understand
why we don't trust each other
people would rather ball up their hand
than share love with each other
people would rather make demands
than just accept each other
rejecting each other
people cry

why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell

so many unanswered questions
so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion remains our defense

at least we know why
people cry

but why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell

why can't we just trust each other
to do the right thing
we know in our heart
why does man betray his own brother
to grab a brass ring
how did it all start
why don't we see it is a madness
a thinking error in our minds
a shared delusion that leads to sadness
and hiding behind closed blinds
when all we want to do is find
a heart that is kind
why can't we be kind

so many unanswered questions
so many unfinished songs
so many rhymes and reasons
caught between rights and wrongs
so many false conundrums
so much drama and pretense
fears and lies dominate our lives
and delusion remains our defense

at least we know why
people cry

but why...
do we make choices that bring us down
oh why oh why
do we have to paint a smile on a clown
can you tell me why
we are so afraid to be honest with each other
or even with ourselves
why oh why
is it all in the books books upon our shelves
or is there another reason sisters and brothers
make life hell