I wish I knew, I wish I knew
What makes me me, what makes you you.
It's just another point of view. Ooh.
A state of mind I'm going through. Yes.
So what I see is never true. No.
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? Ooh.
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? Ah.
'Cause I was taught when but a lad. Yes.
That bad was good and good was bad. No.
I wish I knew the mystery of
That thing called hate and that thing called love.
What makes the in between so rough? Why.
Why is it always push and shove? Why.
I guess I just don't know enough. Yes.
