Another time around

In my years, I've seen all sounds of misconception. In my years, I've done all I can live to question. What happened to me I don't understand. I've seen all I can see as my time expands. Bored I am, bored of my own desperation, I can't defend, can't find my own destination. What happened to me I don't understand. I've seen all I can see as my time expands. So what's up with you, what's up with me. I'm not the one I can't pretend, What would I be if I did it all again. And I sometimes wish I would have asked some questions. Then maybe I would have a clearer life perception. What's up with you, what's up with me.