What's the Point?

My ex-love told my Probation Officer the mess of my life I was getting into that I hid very well and subsequently got a year of jail after the call, just hypocritical because she's into drugs too.

What's the point?
She doesn't love you she'd rather smoke a joint

She'd rather get high

Instead of cheering you up when you cry

She said bye to you long ago

Get that through your head you stupid dope

She's not there for you anymore

She doesn't care that your hearts sore

She walked all over you like a floor

She sold you out she must operate a store

She called your Probation Officer

And said you were doing drugs

When she should have given you a hug

All she did was brush your feelings under a rug

She squashed you like a bug

So what's the point?
Leave her alone let her smoke her joint