Everything is pointless.
Everything is pointless
So why should I even try?
What am I supposed to do in this sorry excuse for a life?
I spend my life pouring my soul
Running a blade through my own chest
For the sake of others
While they treat me like dirt.

Everything is pointless.
From love to hatred
From sex to wards
From friends with temporary warranty
to people who don't even bother to fake it

Everything is pointless.

Me

Everybody else.

He.

She.

It.

Everything is pointless.

But then I met you.
Beautiful, charming, you.
Sweet, funny, you.
And I think to myself and decide.
Maybe life isn't so pointless after all.