[Verse 1]

Staring at the rooms of my walls

Trapped inside of wants of conversations that I can’t recall

[Verse 2]

Living on inside your own hell

Try and figure why things aren’t going so well

[Chorus]

What’s the point if I’m no good at anything

Nothing to show for the time I spend

[Verse 3]

And I’m done for in my own head

The rotting pieces of my convoluted confidence

[Chorus]

What’s the point if I’m no good at anything

Nothing to show for the time I spend

Disappointment

Just confirm the sentiment that I’m going nowhere fast in my head