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 İt'S The Comfort Of Being Sad-
Sometimes İt 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 İt 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 İn On My Better Days
And So Each Their Own Definition Of Happiness
But No One Ever Reaches İt So I Don'T Think I'Ll Breathe That Way
But Happiness İs When There'S Nowhere Left To Go
Because İn That State Of Mind There İs No State Of Self
So How Was I Supposed To Know?