What’s the point of falling in love,
When it always ends up being painful?
What’s the point of sharing your ideas with people,
When they won’t even take them into consideration?
What’s the point of trying to be noticed by people you admire,
When they won’t even take a second look at you?
What’s the point of trying to rebuild friendships that didn’t even exist in the first place?
What’s the point of forever seeking appreciation,
When you’re never receiving any?
These questions pound in my head too frequently,
I always wonder why I ask for so much,
When I’m not gonna get any of it
It’s difficult to keep reminding myself of the aching truth
What’s the point of accepting the truth,
When it always comes back to haunt and hurt?