why bother stepping outside,
spring's barely melting the ground.
I've got no-where to go
few enough friends to be found.
why bother going to work,
the money's already spent,
when it's not sitting in my bank account,
I'm starving to pay the rent.
why bother going to bed,
just to wake back up in the morn?
there's nothing for me on the morrow,
just another worthless storm.
why bother further my schooling,
it will never pay me back.
I'll spend years running in circles
and never find my track.
why bother driving on the right,
when nothing lights up my days.
if I just drive on the left, alone,
it will all just go away.