Vincent Vega Caleb's
My lass
I have so many things to confess
It’s been here with me for an age
But I drove it too far
As I know
I’m just wondering
Would it make any different at all?
If I never existed?
If I never existed?
The box is locked, o it is dangerous
There’s no window so I can’t see what’s in there
There is only a little grid
No exit
Reveal everything there is to know
About yourself
And let the chips fall where they may
Let the chips fall where they may
