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