They say,
We wont,
Make it.
What do they know?
They say,
We can't,
Do it.
But I've got to know..
And is it getting better?
Is it getting worse?
Was it ever worth it?
Was it just a curse?
You always talk
too much,
too little,
too late,
too much,
too little,
too late
for me to figure out.
tänks tazka foor the soong.!
hyv yöt.