Not in a long time. I came to the conclusion that there's no answer. So don't wonder any more.
I wonder wonder who wrote the book of love?
And why do fools fall in love, anyway?
because seven eight nine.
I ask that too, sometimes.
I try not to ask, because I inevitably don't like the answer.
"Now it's time to say good-bye to all our company... M-I-C (See you real soon.), K-E-Y (Why? Because we love you!), M-O-U-S-E."
because I was drunk. Now get over it.
Yours is not to wonder why: yours is butt to shit or get off the pot.