Baby, what’s your story?
In a world of conflicting minds,
what thoughts and ideals do you want to leave behind?
Maybe we’ll clash, that seems all that can be done,
but as long as we open ourselves to each other, we have won.
No one thinks nothing, even if they won’t admit and say.
But you’ve got to have some point in your mind, at the end of the day.
We want to know about you, to like you, give us a clue.
If you won’t spill your words, what’s left when we lose you?
My dear, you’ve got only so many years.
I’ve lost others in less.
If you just ask me to listen, I guarantee I’ll say yes.