Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same
I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do


