I don't know what I should be thinking,
I don't make sense..
what do you do when you got no chances,
and when you look around people are staring and blinking?
But here. Find a thought. No.
Nowhere to note, notebooks full.
I thought I know but now I know nothing
I sit here looking at a wall.
I sit here looking at a screen.
I sit here looking at no dreams.
No that's a lie because I know my thoughts isn't bonded in a fence.
And I know perfectly that everything returns to past-tense.
I know Perfectly that life isn't dollars and cents.
I know exactly how to make sense.