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What's the point of feeling alive?
What's the point of feeling love?
And what's the point of dressing up during the day?
If out there they tell you no.

What's the point of dressing up at night?
Hoping that things will happen
The hopes of the heart
When out there they tell you no.

And what's the point of us sitting down?
Watching people pass by
To envy our formula
Of who we know how to love.

And tell me, who invited you?
To the party of this loser
I was doing just fine without you
And now you just make me suffer.

And what's the point of proving in life
That I'm not just anyone?
And I always wake up with the allergy

That you'll be.

And how do you say things?
Don't think of me, don't love me
I just live for the moments
And if you think of me, go to sleep
I'm nothing to you.

Tell me, what's on your mind?
This song is just another one for you
But come on, go
God knows I tried
To give you all my love.

I have rage towards love
I have fury in my passion
I want to scream
And break everything.

I wish I could blame
Melancholy
But you make me feel
Like I'm going to die without you
Without you, oh no, no, no...

What's the point? What's the point?
Without you, what's the point?
What's the point?