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A clouded mind, too many thoughts inside, ending a reason with only time Does it seem to reach an end, or will it start all over again? Spiraling down, circling around, no answer could ever be found Never seems to reach an end, it just keeps starting all over again Too many questions... A clouded mind, only questions inside, asking again without a sign Does it seem to be a conclusion, or is it a mass of more confusion? Soaring down, smashed to the ground, answers are yet to be found Never seems to be a conclusion, only a mass of more confusion Too many questions... Maybe the answer's right under my nose It'll satisfy me for now, I suppose But what if it gives a full perspective? Would it be worth the trouble it gives? Too many questions Only a single answer I cannot seem To end this cancer Maybe yes Maybe no Letras de cancionesMaybe I Will never know Just look ahead for something new And let me out of this padded room From Letras Mania