What is the point of living when everyone wants a fight?
What is the point of talking if they don’t believe your plight?
What’s the point of contact, if you’ve nothing to say to each other?
What’s the point of talking if they won’t believe one and other?
What’s the point of life at all?
I’m at a lost, life’s just cruel.
All I want is a bit of peace
A little quiet in the least
Why can’t people let me be?
Why am I denied to be free?
Just leave me alone
That’s what you can do
There’s nothing to talk about
Just make do.
Let me ignore everyone from my past
So I can find my peace at last
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