What’s the point?
Broken dreams, shattered aspirations....
All hope and want gone.
What did it matter?
Seek and you shall find, Ask and it shall be given,
Knock and the door shall be opened unto you...
Nothing really matters.
Just psyching yourself up for another disappointment.
Another love lost...
Another battle fought with no sense of victory...
Just the feeling of nothingness.
Why hope, why dream, why have aspirations?
Build yourself up just to come crashing down.
When do you know you’ve hit rock bottom?
How much has to go against you before you decide there’s no point in trying.
Nothing really matters.
Just psyching yourself up for another disappointment.
Just passing through time and space with no sense of being.
Where do you belong? Which way do you turn?
Never one to give up.
When do you realize that you’re just stuck in nothingness?
That nothing really matters.
Just psyching yourself up for another disappointment.
Waiting for the time will come...
The time when finally, it will matter.