What's the point of being in a world full of people when all they do is make you feel alone?
What's the point of turning to someone when all they do is turn their backs on you later on?
What's the point of taking chances when all it does is it brings you down even lower?
What's the point of trying when you know you're going to fail eventually anyway?
What's the point of fantasizing your happy ending when you know good things don't happen to you?
At least they don't anymore. I hate this place. I'm sick of this town. There's nothing left for me here.
I want out.
What's the point of turning to someone when all they do is turn their backs on you later on?
What's the point of taking chances when all it does is it brings you down even lower?
What's the point of trying when you know you're going to fail eventually anyway?
What's the point of fantasizing your happy ending when you know good things don't happen to you?
At least they don't anymore. I hate this place. I'm sick of this town. There's nothing left for me here.
I want out.
