The city lights can be blinding,
Why it's really hard to do the right thing?
Every people I've hurt is unforgiving,
But when they hurt me it's just nothing.

I'm so fucked up that I don't even care to listen,
Drown myself from all the self help books I'm reading,
And tore every pages but it taught me nothing,
Wasting all my time but I never learned one thing.

Craving for more thrill and repeating the same mistakes again,
Finding that happiness but ended up feeling more pain.
I'm tired of everything and hate myself for years and years,
Seems like every move I made just brought more tears.

How many pills do I need to take for remedy?
Maybe I should schedule another therapy.
But what's the point of everything?
Tell me what's the point of everything.

© Midnight Rain