Every Day Seems The Same To Me
I Sit Around And Think About How Alone I Feel
Then I Wind Up Rather Enjoying Loneliness Because It's The Comfort Of Being Sad-
Sometimes It Feels So Right
And Sometimes I'd Like To Be Around No One For Ten Straight Years
But I Know This Feeling Can't Bring Me Places
And I Know I'm Losing Lots Of Ground
But To Keep Up Means To Get Up And Why Does It Have To Be
The World Keeps On Changing While I Just Stay The Same?
I Feel Like Being Down Doesn't Mean Enough To Anyone Anymore
And I Guess The World Has Made Emotion Obsolete
And I Don't Think I Feel The Same 'cause After All
Who Says What Happy Really Means?
Tonight I Will Redefine Everything And Tomorrow I Will Start In On My Better Days
And So Each Their Own Definition Of Happiness
But No One Ever Reaches It So I Don't Think I'll Breathe That Way
But Happiness Is When There's Nowhere Left To Go
Because In That State Of Mind There Is No State Of Self
So How Was I Supposed To Know?