Does it matter if it works out as planned When the author is the pen in your hand When your mind does what you don't understand Remember that a sentiment changes every day As every sun leave Dows, arrows pointing every way Hey, look around, this is you Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused When you're questioning your fate In time, you will see All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you And don't you love the things you hate Life will give it's gift if we don't hesitate Some see the paper, then throw the present away If you feel you're dying and the clock just makes you wait Time may find us in tomorrow looking for today Hey look around, this is you Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused When you're questioning your fate In time, you will see All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you You should love the things you hate
