(co-written by Blindpoetry) you never notice the lines on someone's face until you think about that person every day days upon days... weeks upon weeks... months upon months... for years... but what's the point? i knew it couldn't last this long God, i wish i could see her golden streaks once more this day, this month, this year, but what's the point? what's the point? i can't have her, you can't have her no one can! like a goddess on a mountain top beautiful to behold, but impossible to reach so what's the point? it's like you try and try, but get nothing done... so what's the point? ...but she was so good to me... she stopped the wounds from hurting me so much every day... every week... every month.... for years... but what's the point?