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?