Letra da Música Useless de Osker

no heart.
no time.
i can't even fucking try and speak.
a notion not of your own is only taken as a threat.
why won't you pay attention?
no hope.
no change.
it's like this every single day.
why talk when we could listen?
why do i bother going outside.
interaction is my first mistake...
i'm trying to be of use,
but how can i help if you keep telling me to get away?
can psychology reason your abusive mannerisms?
i don't have the time to pay sympathy to your tragedy.
high maintenance.
problematic.
if i'm the asshole why do you still call me?