Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be will be

When I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher what shall I try
Should I paint pictures
Should I sing songs
This was her wise reply

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day
Here's what my lover's said

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be will be

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother what will they be
Will they be pretty
Will they be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera sera
What will be will be

I have enough of all these. I don't want a future, I don't want my present, and my past is coming back to haunt. I need something else. I need nothing.