
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 its the comfort of being sad-
Sometimes it feels so right
And sometimes Id like to be around no one for ten straight years
But I know this feeling cant bring me places
And I know Im 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 doesnt mean enough to anyone anymore
And I guess the world has made emotion obsolete
And I dont 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 dont think Ill breathe that way
But happiness is when theres nowhere left to go
Because in that state of mind there is no state of self
So how was I supposed to know?