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?