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?
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