We never think about what makes us happy or sad,
We never know what is it, that makes us go mad.

We never know why people lie,
We never know why people cry.

We'll never know what life is for,
Or death or why it doesn't come before.

Sometimes we don't know why we say sorry,
Sometimes we don't get why people forgive,
Or what is better - what we give or what we receive?

We don't really know why people we blame,
And a minute after, we feel just a shame.

We'll never get to know why some people are shy,
Or why they never succeed, even though they always try.

You never know a person well enough,
A person could look shy but be tough,
You never see things through his eyes and his mind,
Sometimes you think you know him, but you have no idea who
is really inside,
Trying to hide.