Woke up to another same sunrise, Coffee cold, and my thoughts on rewind. Check my phone, but there’s no one in sight, Scrolling through pieces of someone else’s life. Tried to smile, but it’s paper thin, Every win feels hollow within. Dreams I had all fading in noise, Is this all, or do I still have a choice? They say, “Keep your chin up, it’s just a phase,” But I’ve been stuck in this loop for days. What is the point, if the stars don’t shine for me? If I keep running, but I’m never free? What is the point, when the world just spins, And I can’t find where I fit in? Tell me, what is the point— If the heart still breaks when it beats? Oh-oh, where do I fit in? Oh-oh, if the heart still breaks when it beats. Used to paint the sky in my head, Now it’s just a blank shade of dread. All these goals lined up in a row, But none of them tell me where to go. I laugh with friends, but I’m half awake, Acting fine for appearance’s sake. I’m tired of pretending it’s all okay, When I’m just floating day by day. They say, “You’ll find meaning, just give it time,” But what if I miss the reason why? What is the point, if the stars don’t shine for me? If I keep running, but I’m never free? What is the point, when the world just spins, And I can’t find where I fit in? Tell me, what is the point— If I still feel lost in my sleep? Maybe the point is the question itself, Maybe it’s love, or something else. Maybe I don’t need to know right now, Maybe it’s fine to just ask how. What is the point? What is the point? Maybe it’s just to feel To break, to heal, to be real. What is the point? Maybe it’s to see That even the dark’s part of me. Yeah, maybe that’s the point… Just to be.
