How does it make sense
It just doesn’t make sense
If it’s all destiny
If all the time is thumbing around
What do you truly imagine you could possibly be forcing me to do
I’m sure, even if I told you the answer to the very question I just asked you, for I do have an answer to it that is infinite folded to its truest form that validates everything that I am doing every moment of my whole entire life, at any given time, you wouldn’t believe me, because you wouldn’t even be there to hear me tell you.
