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