I could show you pretty things

If you just let me

And I would give you anything that

You would ever need

Oh, and he laid on the floor for this

Cosmic disaster

What eternal confidence could you

Be after?

But oh

That's how it goes

Did I ever make a difference?

I don't know

Staring at one paragraph

For eternity

I scan over each syllable

Without understanding

Oh

That's how it goes

Did I ever make a difference?

I don't know