What's the point of trying,
When all you do is wrong?
What's the point of crying,
when noone hears your song?

What's the point of love,
When nothing goes your way?
What's the point of effort,
When you can't face another day?

What's the point of memories?
They all will fade away,
What's the point of sensitivity,
When you'll just be called gay...
What's the point of happiness,
It lasts only a short time,
What's the point of sadness,
It just ruins your life.
What's the point of seeing,
When everything's a lie,
What's the point of believeing,
When all you ask is- "Why"?

What's the point of life?
Filled with pain and strife,
And what's the point of me?
Filled with sadness and misery.