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