What's the Point? I was always told to never give up, And never leave things to chance or luck. Guess I lied to myself this time. This won't ever work out fine. So what's the point of going on? What's the point of writing this song? Everything I built was based on a lie. My life was a dream, and now it has died. I always believed that this could change, But now I see I'm alone on the stage. Forget it, I'm crawling out of this muck. Do what you want to do. I don't give a ####. So what's the point of going on? What's the point of writing this song? Everything I believed was never real. The truth was the one thing I wouldn't hear. I was a fool to believe this would change, But now you see I'm walking off the stage. Forget it, I'm starting with a clean slate. Say what you want to say. Your words come to late. So this is the point of going on. This is the point of writing this song. All I needed was to speak my mind. Maybe next time, it will work out fine. Please tell me what you think, fourth poem so far and would appreciate feedback.