I'm lost in my thoughts,
Hidden from happiness.
Betrayed by those I trusted,
But what is trust really?
Trust is dreaming,
No it's simply hoping
That one person in this world could understand me.
It's wanting to be set free.
But what is the point really?
What is the point in even believing?
Believing in myself, when all I do is fail?
Believing society as it tries to define me?
Believing in love as it rips me apart?
Tell me what's the point in pouring my heart out,
When I'm the one that ends up feeling empty?
When no one is even listening?
No one cares really.
It's a fucked up story about a little girl that used to believe,
Used to be happy.
But now she's crushed like a fragile butterfly wing in the rain,
Always in pain.
Tell me, what's the point in hurting,
In letting your heart shatter?
Seeing monsters in your dreams,
Having high anxiety.
Throwing glass and then you scream,
Because you're left to pick it all up piece by piece.
And piece by piece, you start to bleed.
Tell me, what's the point in living when it only gets harder?
When I'm not a fighter?
Begging God, PLEASE SET ME FREE,
Before I lose my grip on reality.
Just tell me, what's the point in trying, in trusting, in living, in breathing?
When in the end, I'm just left here feeling lonely.
