there are so many things that I don't understand nobody tells me why I have to do it I need some purpose to do the thing I don't wanna do that there are too many things that I would like to be nobody teaches me how I can be that I'm thinking on and on I cannot make sure to me
I often act like a know-it-all cannot so much as know who I am I put the blame for the fault on the others and neglect it all
all I want is the light lasts here to morrow where is the way leads me into the answer as I don't wanna make an excuse however I go on to think of a story for Sunday
all I want is that I love you tomorrow the day before yesterday and forever you're may be gonna lead me into the answer I must say the words to you 'sorry for Sunday'
