Every Day Is Exactly The Same

I believe I can see the future

As I repeat the same routine

I think I used to have a purpose

Now again, that might have been a dream

I think I used to have a voice

Now I've never made this sound

I just do what I've been told

I really don't want them to come around all alone.

Every day is exactly the same.

Every day is exactly the same.

There is no laughing and there is no pain.

Every day is exactly the same I can feel the rise of watching

As I lose myself again Sometimes I think I'm happier

Sometimes, yeah, well, I still kick down

I can't remember how this got started, oh no, but I can tell you exactly how it went.

Every day is exactly the same.

Every day is exactly the same.

There is no love feeling, and there is no pain.

And for each day, it seems exactly the same.

The same.

I'm writing on a little piece of paper.

I'm hoping someday you might find it.

I'll hide it behind something that they won't look behind.

I am still inside here, a little bit, 'cause we've been through it.

I wish this could have been any other way.

But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do.

And 40 days is exactly the same

And 40 days is exactly the same

There is no love here and there is no pain

And 40 days is exactly the same