What's the Point
So tired of the arguing,
the miscommunication.
When you’re mad,
there is no talking.
When I’m mad,
I just feel like destroying.
Sometimes I just want you to know how it feels,
how it feels to think the person you’re supposed to be in love with doesn’t care about feelings.
Most the time I just want to ask you,
what’s the point in us,
what’s the point in feeling,
what’s the point in this.
Yes I want to know what goes through your mind,
I want to know if I even cross yours,
and if I do why don’t you tell me,
I want to meet the guy I fell in love with,
the guy that told me he loves me first.
It’s like I’m lost in the sea of dreams,
drowning in my sorrows never able to breathe fresh air,
you always been my dream,
too bad you don’t see it.
How could you want to live with me,
but can’t see me through,
see me through on my interest,
you ignore me instead when you’re mad.
When you’re mad you never talk to me,
and I find it shameful that I can’t even calm my own boyfriend,
it makes me want to cry,
when I’m trying to be strong,
you’re the first guy I ever loved,
I just don’t want to have to start all over again.
I always cross the ocean,
and seas just for you,
but would you do it for me,
no I don’t think so,
So I just want to know,
what’s the point in us,
what’s the point in feeling,
what’s the point of this.
Why can’t life be like a fairytale,
why can’t you just be the guy that’s better than what you are now,
why is the universal question,
why this why that,
why can’t you just want it to happen.
Tired of the crying,
tired of feeling the tears roll down my face,
if only you can see what I feel inside,
you can only imagine how I’m feeling internally.
Nobody wants me,
nobody believes in me,
every night I lay there,
and my tears put me to sleep.
I’m a huge disappointment
to everyone in my life,
I’m scared that one day I’m a wake,
and find that’s there’s nothing to be afraid of,
the darkness always has a light at the end.
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