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?