What's The Point

It's amazing how every time you think
That life is looking up
Something happens and you feel like
You've been slapped in the face

How whenever you think that something
Is gonna work out
But some one says something
And all you can do is pout

How when you laugh at a joke
Cos it's the funniest you've heard
Then some smart arse turns around
And tells you you're absurd

When it gets to the point
When you just can't get out of bed
And all you can do is
Wish you were dead

Because no one seems to care about you anyway
And no matter what you do
You can't seem to change their opinions
Or their feelings about you

So what's the point in getting up in the morning?
What's the point of trying?
When all night and day
You dream of dying

So don't bother trying
If you think it's not worth it
Cos you're probably right
What's the point... when you're treated like shit?