Nescience

Time is chasing down my disguise
Of playing to know it all
When what's real is I know none
Tell me what is in your head
Enlighten me with your mind
Help me to understand
'Cause you are made of doubts
And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now
How am I supposed to know
How am I supposed to know, now
How am I supposed to know
Now, how am I supposed to know
Tell me what is in your head
Enlighten me with some words
Help me to help you out
What if I tell you that your view is blinded
By all your habits of keeping it to yourself-and emotion bespeaks affliction
'Cause you are made of doubts
And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now
How am I supposed to know
How am I supposed to know
How am I supposed
Now, How am I supposed to know
How am I supposed to know, now
How am I supposed to know