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?