every day seems the same to me
i sit around and think about how alone i feel
then i wind up rather enjoying loneliness
it's the comfort of being sad
'cause 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
so i got to let you know
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
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
in that state of mind there is no state of self
so how was i supposed to know?
there's nowhere left to go
how was i supposed to know?
how was i supposed to know?