I Wish, I Wish

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.