When do I ever leave my mark?
These jilted moments that we have shared have lead to nothing.
A pure act is what we all do.
The big dance is where we all end up.
Like the person picked last,
one feels unwanted.
Who let you in?
No surprise I have fallen short again.
Of course you tell me otherwise
so I can run around more and learn absolutely nothing.
Bringing nothing but the memories on my back
and a life you cannot buy.
Die!
What's your mark?