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When I was younger, worrying about itTrying to make these decisions for myselfAnd I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about itAnd I don't really know what makes it, ask yourselfNow I see you, you want to ask meI want you to ask me, I want you to ask meWhat does it matter? What does it mean?Sometimes I don't know why you want to try and help meI get so confusedI start to fall over backwardsThen I ask this to myself, and see within myselfAnd wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myselfNow I'm a little bit olderAnd I'm not a hell of a lot wiserSo I've gotta sit down and contemplate itShould I talk to the mirror, should I talk to a wallShould I even talk at allWould a little tiny bit of actionWould it make it even seem to matter anymoreI guess it matters just to youAll this I've done for you From Letras Mania