In my years, i‘ve seen all sounds of misconception.
In my years, i‘ve done all i can live to question.
What happened to me i don‘t understand.
I‘ve seen all i can see as my time expands.
Bored i am, bored of my own desperation,
I can‘t defend, can‘t find my own destination.
What happened to me i don‘t understand.
I‘ve seen all i can see as my time expands.
So what‘s up with you, what‘s up with me.
I‘m not the one i can‘t 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.
What‘s up with you, what‘s up with me.