When i was younger, worrying about it

Trying to make these decisions for myself

And i go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it

And i don't really know what makes it, ask yourself



Now i see you, you want to ask me

I want you to ask me, i want you to ask me

What does it matter? what does it mean?

Sometimes i don't know why you want to try and help me

I get so confused

I start to fall over backwards

Then i ask this to myself, and see within myself

And wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myself



Now i'm a little bit older

And i'm not a hell of a lot wiser

So i've gotta sit down and contemplate it



Should i talk to the mirror, should i talk to a wall

Should i even talk at all

Would a little tiny bit of action

Would it make it even seem to matter anymore

I guess it matters just to you



All this i've done for you