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
