In my years, Iīve seen all sounds of misconception.
In my years, Iīve done all I can live to question.
What happened to me I donīt understand.
Iīve seen all I can see as my time expands.
Bored I am, bored of my own desperation,
I canīt defend, canīt find my own destination.
What happened to me I donīt understand.
Iīve seen all I can see as my time expands.
So whatīs up with you, whatīs up with me.
Iīm not the one I canīt pretend,
What would I be if I did it all again.
And I sometimes wish I would have asked some
questions.
Then maybe I would have a clearer life perception.
Whatīs up with you, whatīs up with me.
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