"Aint no car window rolled up enough to keep me from gettin' my keys"

My friend Dave locked his keys in his car this morning. I asked him if I could use his story (which was very vague because he never tell me details) and write about it. His exact words were "Heck yes you may". So here it is, with a few minor edits. Its actually more of an "inspired by" or "based on". Unfortunately he gave me the title too, I'm so sorry for that.

Why?

Why do I know so little about you, yet care more than anyone else?
Why do you pass me by without so much as a glance?
Why do my eyes not show my passion when you look at me?
Why can't I hug you and not shed a tear as I wave goodbye?
Why do I never know what your thinking but you can always read my mind?
Why do I have to pour my heart out to you?
Why does my world have to revolve around you?
Why do your pictures stand out, your hair glisten in the sun, your eyes burn into my soul, your body curve like snake?
And, why do I do stupid things, little they may be to try and impressive you?
Oh, Because I LOVE YOU!