[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