What's The Point

What's the point

Of holding my feet back from what they

Do best

As everything is standing still and

All that shit

That's raining down on me and

I can barely breathe

My luck and passion wave goodbye and

What's the point

Of holding my hands back from what they

Do best

Everything is slipping through them

Aim and miss

Became my new reality

I can barely feel

My hope and good will wave goodbye and

Turn their backs on me

You can give up on me

I am not into dying

But I've had enough

I am not into dying I just have had enough

What's the point

Of holding my eyes back from what they

Do best

As everything would remain in them and

Become true

What wishful thinking

I can barely sleep

My fun and smiling wave goodbye and

Turn their backs on me

You can give up on me

I am not into dying

But I've had enough

I am not into dying I just have had enough

I should get up

Turn your backs on me

You can give up on me

I am not into dying

But I've had enough

I am not into dying I just have had enough