young minds

Money
I dont understand
Truth
I dont understand
Philosophy
I dont understand
Im not into giving
Im not into giving
My mind to these hands
East
I love you the same
The West
The same
Im in the middle
Where do I begin?
Historys over
Lost with the rain
Do you know where the art comes from?
Do you trust why the idea was born?
Who do you trust when the ideal falls?
It fell once
It fell twice
It will fall once in your life
Not so easily
Effected
By the story
The beauty of a young mind
It learns
As much as it lies