A clouded mind, too many thoughts inside, ending a reason with only time
Does it seem to reach an end, or will it start all over again?
Spiraling down, circling around, no answer could ever be found

Never seems to reach an end, it just keeps starting all over again

Too many questions...

A clouded mind, only questions inside, asking again without a sign
Does it seem to be a conclusion, or is it a mass of more confusion?
Soaring down, smashed to the ground, answers are yet to be found
Never seems to be a conclusion, only a mass of more confusion

Too many questions...

Maybe the answer's right under my nose
It'll satisfy me for now, I suppose
But what if it gives a full perspective?
Would it be worth the trouble it gives?

Too many questions
Only a single answer
I cannot seem
To end this cancer

Maybe yes
Maybe no
Maybe I
Will never know

Just look ahead for something new
And let me out of this padded room

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