What's the point of trying
I ask myself when I wake up
I can't ignore the feeling that
I'm doing everything wrong
My plans seems so unstable
I hope they all work out
Stumbling, I'm unable
To be sure about anything now
I got nothing good to say
So I'd prefer an unmarked grave
My embarrassing words leave a bitter
Taste in my mouth every single day
I got nothing good to say
So I'd prefer an unmarked grave
My embarrassing words leave a bitter
Taste in my mouth every single day
I love a few people
I don't think they love me back
Know I'm undeserving
I just waste away intact
My halo is dim now
I'm just an outcast
But I never fit in
My happiness bypassed
I got nothing good to say
So I'd prefer an unmarked grave
My embarrassing words leave a bitter
Taste in my mouth every single day
I got nothing good to say
So I'd prefer an unmarked grave
My embarrassing words leave a bitter
Taste in my mouth every single day
