All This I’ve Done for You

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 the 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