- cifra
I don’t know why I am mean to everyone I love
It’s hard to try to communicate with doubt inside my head
Filling my lungs
And nothing’s ever gonna happen
So what’s the point in even trying?
Fists will clench
Jaws will ache
And you’re skating on thin ice
Everyone’s gonna leave you when they realize you’re not all that nice
And nothing’s ever gonna happen
So what the point in even trying?
Nothing's ever gonna change
‘cept your clothes and your face
You’re gonna be alive until you’re dyin’
So what’s the point in even trying?
