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