I wonderWhat's it like in your funny little mind?I wonder by UnsavorySatisfaction
Everyday it's a mystery remaining unsolved. You're constantly bickering, wondering, and
moving all about. It makes one wonder, exactly what do you have in that strange head?
Is it an office? Cabinets and files all over?
Or a playground? Where toys and ideas are the cover?
What's it like in your bizarre, unique mind?
Constantly moody, constantly sour. Snapping at people, snapping at me. But sometimes I think I glimpse something beyond that.
Is it something wonderful? Something warm?
Or something cold? Something norm?
What's it like in your wonderful, irreplaceable mind?
Such sweet smiles flow out of you. Such tenderness. But never enough to fully grasp the concept.
Is it full of malice? Full of hate?
Or is there kindness? Is this fate?
Exactly what goes on in your mind?