i've tried to figure this one out but only would
draw a blank. i think i always have been like
this, wish i had someone to thank. this makes no
sense to me. so many times these things won't
come out right. can't handle all the things i try
to write. i have been pacing back and forth over
and over again. i always start from the ending
never will this be first this makes no sense to
me. i could sing about good times or the things i
feel inside, but to you it's probably all the
same. yeah all the same. endless hours up last
night still can't seem to say this right but to
you it's probably all the same, yeah all the same
to you.