I wish I knew, I wish I knew What makes me, me, and what makes you, you. It´s just another point of view A state of mind I´m going through, yes. So what I see is never true
I wish I could tell, I wish I could tell What makes a heaven what makes a hell. And do I get to ring my bell Or land up in some dusty cell, no. While others reach the big hotel, yeah.
I wish I had, I wish I had The secret of good, and the secret of bad. Why does this question drive me mad ´Cause I was taught when but a lad, yes, That bad was good and good was bad
I wish I knew the mystery of That thing called hate, and that thing called love. What makes the in-between so rough Why is it always push and shove I guess I just don´t know enough, yes.