One thing, I don’t know why.

it doesn’t even matter how hard you try.

Keep that in mind, I designed this rhythm when I was upsessed with time.

All I know, time was just slipping away, and I watched it count to the end of the day.

Watched it watch me and the words that I say.

They echo in the clock rhythm in my maze.

I know that I didn’t look out below when I watched the time go right out the window.

Trying to grabhold, trying not to watch.

I wasted it all on the hands of the clock.

But in the end, no matter what I pretend the journey is more important then end where it started.

And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard.

Tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I had to fall, to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

Hey yo one thing, I don’t know why.

It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.

Keep that in mind. I designed this rhythm to explain in due time.

All I know, I so-socialize like the host of the party and spost shake the need,

I contact. party the toe strong allmat. northeast, southwest coast.

I’m staring out the window at the opportunity to mendal.

I tried disorda your weak in your system and I defordered.

i brought you back into things, like the imaginary man of your dreams.

You’d always see to make it worth it. A pig skin, I never nerfed it.

You felt lever never pleather real bringing the pleasure.

By any means it means I’m leaving your teens,.

holler for teen magazines, but I tried so hard, and got so far.

Tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I had to fall, to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

One thing, I don’t know how.

It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now.

Cuz when designed this rhythm, I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and hadn’t even tried to call.

But I was forced to run, with you mocking me.

stopping me, back stabbing me constantly.

remembering all the times you fought with me.

watched the clock mount chock full of hip-hoprisy.

And now your mouth wishes it could inhail, every single little thing you said to make things fail.

every single word you sputtered to just to get you peace, but it doesn’t really matter to me,

cuz from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend,

the journey is more important in the end where it started.

And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard.

Tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I had to fall, to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.