Let me make my POINT.

It's time that I make a U-turn and disagree,
There are different points on this map,
And over there is you and over here is me.

Listen to what I think.
It's time I made my point.
This just might look like paper and ink.

But I'm actually tired waiting for you to come around.
Waiting for you to drive around my way is useless.
I'd be brainless,
I'd be senseless,
Because all of this,
ALL OF YOU, is completely pointless.

It's a useless dance.
Pained and tired, I broke my leg-joint.
It'll take forever to retrace our steps,
You always missed the beat; you were never on point.
I value our friendship
and this was why I tried.
I should've bit my lip.
I told you everything; I had nothing to hide.

So now stop pointing fingers,
You're the only one in this game.
Turn that finger around,
You've only got you to blame.


You asked me to play
And now I refuse to join...
It's over and done. (I'm over you and we're done.)
I've made my point.