Something tells me,
nothing will ever make sense.
Somehow you tell them,
this is going to take patience.
I just don't know when,
when I'm going to wake up,
I just know that,
something's gonna make up.
Please tell me,
tell me what to do,
Please give me,
another thing to lose.
I don't think,
That I can really think more,
About this subject,
that rocks me to my core.
So please tell me,
tell me when it's gonna make sense.
Cause I've run out of patience.