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What’s the point?
You fell deep down,
You tripped down trice.

What’s the point of standing up when you fell?
You thought of all the evenings you wondered.
The leaves float by,
The sky goes dark,

How much is left?
How much went by?

The river flows,
The land lies there in place.

What’s the point?
You ripped the page,
You wrote there, clean,

What the point of wondering?
You thought of all the hours you spent in argument.
The thoughts they grip you tight,

Depression steals up, a silent room for night.
Where is the door?
Is there a key to lock it?
The footsteps fade,
You lay down on the floor.

What’s the point?
What’s the point of argument?
What’s the point?
What’s the point of wondering?
What’s the point?
What’s the point of doing it?

The footsteps fade,
You lay down on the floor.
What’s the point of knowing?
You fell deep down
Yes...
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Description
What’s the point?
You fell deep down,
You tripped down trice.

What’s the point of standing up when you fell?
You thought of all the evenings you wondered.
The leaves float by,
The sky goes dark,

How much is left?
How much went by?

The river flows,
The land lies there in place.

What’s the point?
You ripped the page,
You wrote there, clean,

What the point of wondering?
You thought of all the hours you spent in argument.
The thoughts they grip you tight,

Depression steals up, a silent room for night.
Where is the door?
Is there a key to lock it?
The footsteps fade,
You lay down on the floor.

What’s the point?
What’s the point of argument?
What’s the point?
What’s the point of wondering?
What’s the point?
What’s the point of doing it?

The footsteps fade,
You lay down on the floor.
What’s the point of knowing?
You fell deep down
Yes...
Down