
Make sense of it all don’t you
Care no more
About that sound that
You make,
Don’t you know you’re insane?
Make sense of it all don’t you
Open that door
You’ll see my mirrors of pain
Half century’s gone, won’t
You take them away
Make sense of it all, would
You play it
Once more, I’ll be damn
In the end,
Writing my non-sense
Making sense of it all I would
Live through
This world, chasing meaningless
Words.
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