I really don't know.

As it goes from nothing to nowhere

Ideas flying, surpassing existance

By rising as a bad choice

Better to be taken on some mood

Or remain in this blurry internal chaos

I really don’t know

Unfinished stuff goes big

As we try to solve issues

As we spend time in paradox

We’re passionate with pain

It really makes me stronger?

I really don’t know

All of it just seems the same for all of us

The useless worries that everyone cries for

The energy spent in trying not to get tired

The time thrown away, trying to buy us some more time

I’m probably gonna rest on my problems like a bed

How to solve it?

I really don’t know,

But it doesn’t matter.