No point in cleaning my room,
Dirty or not, I don't feel anything, and dirty is easier.
No point, no point, no point, no point.
No point in doing homework,
Six hours later, I feel so tired that my brain forgets
everything anyway.
No point, no point, no point, no point.
No point in listening to covering music,
My parents fight too loudly, and even if I manage to feel sleep, I
have nightmares of only their yelling voices.
No point, no point, no point, no point.
No point in staying,
But I do, because, for some reason, I feel hope and want for things
to be better sometime soon.
Point, point, point, point.
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