What is the point
to everything and anything
why should we strive for nothing
when we know we are only living to die
why shed tears when they will only dry
and you'll still be alone
always alone
I could have been your world
and you could have been mine
but the lines have faded over time
too many unanswered calls
forgotten texts
It's like I'm no longer special
I never was to begin with
there is no point
