No point

No point

One last thing before he leaves
Something he wants you to understand
He walks up, streches out his hand
As tenderly as he can across your hair

And he’s trying to find words that might help
You’re quiet yourself, despite everything you know you want to say

There’s no point in saying anything else
You can only stand there as it happens
Nothing is turning back time
You can’t bring feelings to account
You want to, but there’s no point

He takes his time, does everything correctly
In a way that only makes it worse
Because you, if someone, don’t want to be
Suffocated by his support and sympathy

So maybe it’s not foremost that he’s leaving now
But rather the feeling of being left alone

There’s no point in saying anything else
You can only stand there as it happens
Nothing is turning back time
You can’t bring feelings to account
You want to, but there’s no point

No point

There’s no point in saying anything else
You can only stand there as it happens
Nothing is turning back time
You can’t bring feelings to account
You want to, but there’s no point

There’s no point in saying anything else
You can only stand there as it happens
Nothing is turning back time
You can’t bring feelings to account
You want to, but there’s no point