chronox-III

Wasting my time In a life that's a shell Of something better Someone that should have been. You're gifted, you can figure it out. You can understand. You're so wise. Ninety-five percent of the world is Under you And yet, you can't find friends You can't forge what so many normal people can: A way. But when I look at her Or hear her voice I can't help but feel that The rest of the world is trivial It's only a life, but nothing Without her And no one seems to understand That I love her so much I forget the rest of the world So, to everything beyond I'm a waste. Infinitesimal Minor talent, minor application Going to live

What's the point of being open Anymore? It's all that I've ever Cared for. But why Do I Always end up rejected Lonely and cryin' on the floor? And you were there Too many "you"'s I'm speakin' of Is it my fault That I fell in love? Is it my fault That I fell so easy To hands that caress To eyes that smile To lips that actually made me grin for awhile? What the point of caring Anymore? My life here's in the past And there I am lonely And here I am lonely Once more.