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?