What if Lennon was right

Above us only sky

People I may be cliché

But thinking about it I-

I'm confused about a lot of things

The mind, the heart the soul

Are they the unique things that

Give us our control?

Do people see us as we are

Do I just not see me

Can we look ahead in time

Like Einstein's reality?

Oh I know it's not a good rhythm

And yeah, it's not unique

But you figure out timing and rhythm

It's harder than you think

I don't know what I think

When I lay in bed and cry

I only know that without someone

My mind will say goodbye.