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
