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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