The Point

Part of the problem is I don't see problems as part of me
You've become part of me, pardon my bargaining
Part of my youth since the days they were carding me
Guarding the truth for the sake of the arguing

Life is a lottery. Why keep on harming me
Riding the pharmacy. Finding the harmony
Tried to be part of me, life then discarded me
Fighting the knife, took it right to my arteries

Down on my luck and I'm empty as fuck as I'm sitting alone
Think as I drift in and out of this mood of the emptiest thoughts as I bitch and I moan
I switch to a groan, then flick through the phone
Pictures and messages hit me at home

Picture the room. Attempting a tomb
A victor declares if the victim was you
Skip To My Lou. Trip through the fumes
Plenty of others, but none of them you

I tried to refute, lies to recuse
Myself from the system, it benefits you
But nothing can help, I'm running my mouth
I talked for so long, now the clock's running out

But. What's the point of it
Been living everyday so annoyed of it

I could listen and try to fix it. Advice is gettin' annoying
Riding through some environments that are nice, but still I hear noise
Why is that I still let vices kill all my joy
Nihilism
I guess it's Nihilism

About Twenty-nine and I feel left out
But I can still make it if I will myself
Head underwater but I still won't drown
And it keeps getting harder as the pills go down

But I'm empty. These thoughts consume my vibes
It's tempting to tempt me, but still I try
You won't get me to rest then, unless you pry
So forget me or best me I've made my mind

But I'm done with it, fuck it I'm over it
Sobering up from the world I was born within
Never been happy, and somehow I'm bored of it
Trying to change, but I can't. It's unfortunate

Torturing. I don't believe that you are who you swore to be
Straight to my face you had lied when you cornered me
Spit on my grave with the smirk you were born to make
Hand you the knife cause my life, you were born to take

What the fuck is the point
Trying to change? What the fuck is the point
Try to behave? What the fuck is the point
Go and lie to my face, what the fuck is the point

Cause I'm bored of this shit
But I'm bored of my wrists
Just a borderline kid, way to old for this
And I'm empty
But you never cared, right
Tempt me. Tempting

I could listen and try to fix it. Advice is gettin' annoying
Riding through some environments that are nice, but still I hear noise
Why is that I still let vices kill all my joy
Nihilism
I guess it's Nihilism