Jadix

Sometimes it feels like, I dont have a purpose.
Like nothing inside has any worth.
Like all I do is feel what hurts,
But I cant point a finger.

I tried to be cool but, thats not how it works.
Gave her my passion but quickly learned
Im too lonely for a crowded world,
There must be something more.

Stuck in the backseat, nobody's driving.
No control and lost on a highway.
I still enjoy the trees going by,
Oh the pleasures of life.