I fail to see your point,
yet again.
Remind me if you will,
why it matters?
All this time you waste
on what can never be.
All these feelings,
come from nowhere.
How much of your life
have you wasted away?
How much of your soul
is eaten away?
How little you lived,
how little you loved
and still you are blind
to the signs from above.
Autumn Siders 