text: In my years, Ive seen all sounds of misconception
  In my years, Ive done all I can, live to question
  What happened to me, I dont understand
  Ive seen all I can see as my time expands
  Bored I am, bored of my own desperation
  Cant defend, cant find my own destination
  What happened to me, I dont understand
  Ive seen all I can see as my time expands
  So whats up with you, whats up with me
  So whats up with you, whats up with me
  Im not the one, I cant 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
  Whats up with you, whats up with me
  Whats up with you, whats up with me
  A time around...