Screaming Into The Void

Does it even really matter? Does anything at all? These things I'm chasing after, Will they be there when I'm gone? Will you catch me when I fall? Am I making sense at all? I think it's time I faced the facts. Life's passed me by in the last couple laps, And I never really had a grasp Of how to sell my soul or shake my ass. So I don't know how to say this, But it feels like my life's been wasted. I'm sitting contemplating About everything that needs complaining.