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 