Maybe things really are simple, and we're just over-thinking them.
Maybe someone knows all the secrets to life,
and they sit back, watching, laughing,
because, look at us.
We're like blind men fumbling through war.
Maybe in the end,
the secrets of life are just as complicated,
as those stupid little secrets
you hide in junior high,
Just because, and that's life.
Simple, but we can't take that as an answer.