I really don't. Sometimes I'm happy, at others I'm sad, and I really don't know why. I bumble through life, sometimes things go well, at others they don't, but I don't know what I'm doing. Sometimes it hurts to be, and at others I can't get enough.


I don't know, I really don't. I can't figure it out. Some say the can. I don't know if I believe them, but they say they're happy, so they must know something.

It seems so silly, sometimes, all this. My thoughts are fleeting, ever changing, my feelings a veritable concerto of nonsense, and I'm content with that. Was I born this way? Who knows, all I know is that I enjoy being confused.

They say the way to live life is with someone else, but sometimes, I just don't know about that.