Carving Out Of Nothing

What's the use in writing songs when no one listens and I can't change a thing?
What's the point in always loving each other when it doesn't change a thing?
All my friends have up and left me.
I'm stuck in this town where I can't change a thing.
How could I have been so damn foolish to think I could make it when I can't change a thing?
I write my songs to no one but you about how miserable it is to never change.
I'm growing older, but still mediocre.
How can I love her when I can't change a thing?
Now I'm carving out of nothing, but once I thought it was something.
And I'll quit before it's over to save my heart some trouble