I know nothing,
so why do they keep asking me
I feel something, 
so why doesnt anyone see

Living everyday,
not knowing what to say
dazed and confused,
sick of all the games that play

Every day, 
just another excuse for life,
Every life, 
just another excuse for tommorrow

Pure insanity,
infanate sadness
I just wish, 
there was order to this madness

thats heard,
thats seen, 
thats felt, 
but whats it mean?