You Won’t Find My Prints

When do I ever leave my mark?
These jilted moments that we have shared have lead to nothing
A pure act is what we all do
The big dance is where we all end up
Like the person picked last
One feels unwanted
Who let you in?
Who promised you the world?
No surprise I have fallen short again
Of course you tell me otherwise
So I can run around more and learn absolutely nothing
Bringing nothing but the memories on my back
And a life you cannot buy
Die!
What's your mark?