I wandered into life Expecting a parade in my name Only to discover People living life in shame Shifting blame for the same fame that came From an unknown dame I mean game that is played
I came into this world Figuring I could be someone different Someone brand new that few would sue Or chew Out for the clue of two
I flew into the time wanting to write about thyme Because of the sublime Fallen in line
I wrote myself into this story Only because I wanted it to make no sense Because of my dense attitude Leaving no cents sent But lent what rent went to the penthouse Without a doubt
I brought myself into this scene Just so I could show That nothing has to make sense...
I will always make no sense, but that's just the beauty of it. Nothing in life ever makes perfect sense.