Like money for squirrels.
I might be pointless in this world.

I am not alone.
But might as well be.
I am lonely.
And have nothing left of me.

A wish goes unwished.
When you don’t believe in stars.
I blame my mother for the pessimistic thoughts.
I blame my dad for this obsession of chasing after cars.

Instead of dreams.
Relying on someone else.
For everything.

I wanted someone here.
To hold me while I was down.
I found nothing but another closed door.
That kept me from leaving town.

And you thought this might be special.
When we were together in your room.
I used you for love.
It was gone another moment too soon.

I hold out my hands.
As I run underneath the rain.
“Freedom!” I shout.
Save me from this…

well you know.

No one hears me.
And it’s okay.
I really couldn’t have it.
Any other way.

I save my soul for depression.
And my smile for your happy day.
Don’t let me bring you down.
But I’m not really able to stay.

Deep inside your wounds.
I will listen but never care.
I will run way.
When you hold me there.

I’m a liar.
But never lie.
I will do you a favor.
But don’t rely.

manipulation.
more important than communication.
you couldn’t stop the young from fornication.
so don’t blame me for your frustration.

maybe you should have tried talking it out with them.

if you love me let me go.
i won’t come home.
but at least you’ll know.
i never intended on murdering your soul.

Like money for squirrels…
yeah…
I’m pretty sure that I am pointless in this world.