One thing I don't know why
it doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time.
all I know, time was just slipping way
and I watched it count down till the end of the day
watched it watch me and the words that I say
the echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that I didn't look down below
and I watched the time go right out the window
trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
but in the end no matter what I pretend 
the journey is more important than the end or the start 
and what it meant to me will eventually be 
a memory of the time when 

I tried so hard
and got so far
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
to lose it all
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter

yo one thing, one thing I don't know why
it doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind I designed this rhyme to explain the due time
all I know, time to so-socialize like the host of the party
all for shake and made eye contact
party control showing all that
northeast, southwest coast
stand out the window, no opportunity to mingle
I tried to show her, if you could just sense a middle disorder
I brought you back of the thing
like the imaginary man of your dreams
well, you would always seem to make it worth it
a sleek skin I never nerved you
you felt lovin, I never applied a room
without bringing the plan
by any means and means of leaving you teens,
of all those teenage scenes

I tried so hard
and got so far
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
to lose it all
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter

Linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Mo Motion Man
Linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kutmasta Kut Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Motion Man
Linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kurt

one thing I don't know how
it doesn't even matter when you look at it now
because when I designed this rhyme I was scared of it all
scared to fall, I hadn't even tried to crawl
and I was forced [bad word]  with you mocking me
stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
remembering all the times you fought with me
watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
and now your mouth wishes it could inhale
every single little thing you said and make it expel
every single little sputter just to get your piece, 
but it really doesn't matter to me
because from the start to the end no matter what I pretend
the journey is more important than the end or the start 
and what it meant to me will eventually be 
a memory of the time when 

I tried so hard
and got so far
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
to lose it all
but in the end
it doesn’t even matter..
in the end…