Staring at the rooms of my walls
Trapped inside of wants of conversations that I can't recall
Recall
Living on inside your own hell
Try and figure why things aren't going so well
What's the point if
I'm no good at anything
Nothing to show for the time I spend
And I'm done for in my own head
The rotting pieces of my convoluted confidence
What's the point if
I'm no good at anything
Nothing to show for the time I spend
Disappointment
Just confirm the sentiment
That I'm going nowhere fast in my head
I'm no good at anything
I'm no good at anything
I'm no good at anything