The point.

The best feeling, is feeling wanted
because then your not living for you,
your living entirely for someone else.
theres a point.

when you leave marks all over my skin
when you've kissed, where you've touched.
where you've hit.
theres still a point.

i can see the hope, it's still there,
its fading, but its there.
I'm living for you
your the point.

I'm your object, u can abuse.
you can love, if only you'd choose.
living for me has died.
is there a point?

to leave you, there'd be no living for someone else
I'd be living for me, i can't.
you control me, u decide. do i live, do i die?
there's no point.

I'm dead with you,
dead without you.
please, just make a choice.
make it easy.