Why Question Me?

Why question me, I love being in my misery.
Why try to solve me, I'm not a puzzle, but life is a mystery.
Love cannot dominate what hate cannot control.
How would you discover a tomb if you haven't discovered what's below?
If something has sprouted then something must be taken away.
And if we're living now then what is our price to pay?
If numbers can solve puzzles and words can solve riddles,
then love can control if hate was belittled.
If it rained in the land but it didn't bear fruit, then which one went bad?
You say you're not crazy but your heart has gone mad.
Why question me, why should I love what hasn't loved me.
Why question me, yes you're a saint, but the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.