When I was younger, worrying about it   Trying to make these decisions for myself   And I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it   And I don't really know what makes it, ask yourself      Now I see you, you want to ask me   I want you to ask me, I want you to ask me   What does it matter? what does it mean?    Sometimes I don't know why you want to try and help me   I get so confused   I start to fall over backwards   Then I ask this to myself, and see within myself   And wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myself      Now I'm a little bit older   And I'm not a hell of a lot wiser   So I've gotta sit down and contemplate it      Should I talk to the mirror, should I talk to a wall   Should I even talk at all   Would a little tiny bit of action   Would it make it even seem to matter anymore   I guess it matters just to you      All this I've done for you