fallen angel

what's the point?

[i hate being in exile,
i hate mondays,]

i screwed up,
even when i naïvely though
i was doing the right thing,
[yes, i'm that stupid...]

so...
what's the point in doing good,
what's the point in being there,
what's the point of letting people in,
what's the point of trusting,
what's the point of dreaming,
what's the point of giving second chances,
what's the point of loving,

if sooner or later,
something will blow up
[either I or someone else will do it],
and shatter my heart?