Why?

Standing on a thin line,
Watching the next crime.
Always different reasons
For the changing seasons.
I have to ask why
It's time to say goodbye.
I can't begin
To understand.
I walk around
And everyone frowns.
Give it a chance...
Let's start this dance.
Rain or shine...
It's always a fine line.
Keep that smile...
At least for a while.
Always different reasons
For the changing seasons.
Death's not what we should fear...
It's living from year to year.
I have to ask why
It's time to say goodbye?
People come and go...
Does anyone really know
The reason
For each changing season?