Mystery

Always lost thinking what I could have done
On my mind, I’m feeling lost
I can’t see what you would have done
It’s a mystery
Mystery conjuring doubts on mind it’s occupying
Blistering, injuring my heart that’s been porcupine-ing
Sensitive, imbecile my love turned into a bitter crying
And a mystery
Full of mysteries, ya
It’s already done but I don’t know what else to bring to mind
Then again I’m feeling lost, I can’t see what you have done
And I miss the whatevers
It’s a mystery conjuring doubts on mind it’s occupying
Blistering, injuring my heart that’s been porcupine-ing
Sensitive, imbecile my love turned into a bitter crying
And a mystery
Full of mysteries, ya