I don't know why I'm mean to everyone I love It's hard to try to communicate with doubt inside my head, filling my lungs And nothing's ever gonna happen, so what's the point in even trying? Fists will clench, jaws will ache, and you're skating on thin ice Everyone's gonna leave you when they realize you're not all that nice And nothing's ever gonna happen, so what's the point in even trying? Nothing's ever gonna change, except you're closing your face You're gonna be alive until you're dying, so what's the point in even trying?