Month: July 2017

What’s the Point?

Two unhappy faces staring at the wall
She’s looking over her shoulder, as if she was expecting a call
All the small talk is over – now there’s nothing left to say
I’d disappear, if I could find a way

Crushing boredom lingers … no thunder, only rain
Going through the motions – I can’t even remember her name
I’m lost in old memories, where she never can reside
I can’t let her in; I should just lay down and die?

What’s the point?
Where is a reason why?
I should play a game
When I can’t find the strength to try?
Why do I hold back
So afraid to fall?
If I can’t get to the point
There ain’t no point at all

Once there was an answer I never had to know
Uncomfortable silence never had a chance to grow
But that life is over, and it’s time to move along
But I can’t get away with her memory holding on

What’s the point?
Where is a reason why?
I should play a game
When I can’t find the strength to try?
Why do I hold back
So afraid to fall?
If I can’t get to the point
There ain’t no point at all