everyday 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
and i don't think i feel the same
cause after all,
who says what happy really means?
[saves the day]