Just why, why didn't I do it better? Why? Why? Why?

Why would I?

I don't know why.

May I ask why?

That's why I quit.

That's why I quit.

That's why I quit.

Why do I exist?

I thought, why not?

I didn t know why.

Finally, I said, Why am I clapping?

I don't know why I was fired.

This is why I am a feminist. This is why I care and why we should talk about it loudly and without fear.

I always wondered why I could feel others' pain so deeply, why I could recognize the somebody in the nobody.

Why did I do the setting, why I don't care for the processes. Just understand me, please.

This is why I believe what I believe.

I don't know why I just did that.

I don't see why I should help her.

Why? Can I go away?

That's why I came here.

Why don't I do that?

I think Tom knows why.

That's why I like you.

Why would I say anything?

Why do I even care?

And I stayed. I don't know why I stayed, but I stayed.

Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?

Why should I go and watch repeating stories? Why should I go and watch copycats and gross copypaste movies?

Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

Now, I know why I'm here.

I would love to, but why?

Now why do I say that?

That is why I came here.

That's why I share this news.

I wonder why Tom said that.

I wonder why Tom said that.

I continue to ask myself, Why?

I want to know why I needed to do that.

If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

I'm the Why guy. I want to know why you do what you do.

Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?

Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?

By why, I mean What's your purpose?

Now why am I talking about cows?

This is why I quit the job.