A clouded mind, too many thoughts inside, ending a reason with only time   Does it seem to reach an end, or will it start all over again?   Spiraling down, circling around, no answer could ever be found   Never seems to reach an end, it just keeps starting all over again      Too many questions...      A clouded mind, only questions inside, asking again without a sign   Does it seem to be a conclusion, or is it a mass of more confusion?   Soaring down, smashed to the ground, answers are yet to be found   Never seems to be a conclusion, only a mass of more confusion      Too many questions...      Maybe the answer's right under my nose   It'll satisfy me for now, I suppose   But what if it gives a full perspective?   Would it be worth the trouble it gives?      Too many questions   Only a single answer   I cannot seem   To end this cancer      Maybe yes   Maybe no   Maybe I   Will never know      Just look ahead for something new   And let me out of this padded room