Wakes up very early in the morning looking for his socks Loses so much time because he didn't learn to tie his shoes What does it matter at all? Picks up all his books and goes to high school knowing it's all in vain Wondering, suffering, playing all alone his pretentious mental games What does it matter at all? See how he's upset See how he cries See how he looks bad See how he's sad As though he was hurt Well, maybe he is so Maybe he's not And who could be sure? Nobody knows exactly what he feels inside Not even himself Life's been so unkind and there he is, questioning himself Is it really true that I was left on my own to carry on? What does it matter at all?