You gave it all, yet question

And wonder if it’s all in vain

But if you could find the words to say

Would it matter anyway?

Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say…

Hard to say

Who made your heart feel like it’s made of thin

Recyclable old tin with skin and bones?

And who made your eyes turn from bright to dim?

And find yourself become like one of them

So now you sit there all alone…

Wondering if you’ve ever really ever known yourself

And if you could find the words to say

Would it matter anyway?

Maybe a little, but it’s hard to say…

Hard to say