play hop-scotch,

jump all theses piece,

but dont look down dont look down,

and one lil flump lil fall,

fall out of the picture,

but oh well we all knew you d be there anyways,

and does this make you happy,

does this make you happy,

does this make you happy

does this this make me happy

the questions of this life,

they travel the world,

try to find the meanings and the tickings of time,

tho i dont want to find the purpose of life now I just want to find the purpouse of mine

and tell me why this world is filled with these riddle,

why is this world filled with these riddles

I wish that this world wasnt filled with these riddles,

so I could find the page and read all the answers

all the answers

all the answers,

so I could turn the page and find all the answers

if only the fairytales and little things,

could branch there wings, and sing and everythings,

and does love last and love long, and all these things that are played on,

could they last till the end of time,

and could a broken famliy with broken wings and shallow string,

be sewn sewn up to a brand  new life,

and does this make you happy,

does this make you happy,

have I made you happy

can I make you happy,