Lyrics
I believe I can see the future
I have a belief that I can foresee what lies ahead
'Cause I repeat the same routine
My life follows a monotonous routine
I think I used to have a purpose
I believe I had a purpose in the past
But then again, that might have been a dream
However, that purpose might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
I used to have a voice, but now I'm silent
And now I never make a sound
I don't make any sound now
I just do what I've been told
I obediently follow instructions
I really don't want them to come around, oh no
I don't want certain individuals to be around me
Every day is exactly the same
Every day feels repetitive and identical
And every day is exactly the same
The monotony continues without variation
There is no love here and there is no pain
There is no love or pain in this routine
Every day is exactly the same
Each day is a carbon copy of the previous ones
I can feel their eyes are watching
I sense people watching me
In case I lose myself again
This scrutiny is to prevent me from losing myself
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
At times, I convince myself that I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
Yet, it's a pretense, and I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
I can't recall how this repetitive cycle began
But I can tell you exactly how it will end
But I can predict exactly how it will end
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is a mirror image of the previous
And every day is exactly the same
And the routine persists without change
There is no love here and there is no pain
There is an absence of love and pain in this existence
Every day is exactly the same
Each day remains unvarying and predictable
I'm writing on a piece of paper, yeah
I express my feelings on paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
I hope that someday someone will discover my thoughts
Well, I'll hide it behind something
I hide my writings, expecting they won't be noticed
They won't look behind
I conceal them so that they won't be revealed
I am still inside here
I am still trapped within myself
And a little bit comes bleeding through
Bits of my true self emerge despite the confinement
And I wish this could've been any other way
I wish things could be different, but I'm uncertain
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do
I don't know what else I can do to change
Every day is exactly the same
The unchanging routine persists
And every day is exactly the same
And each day follows the same uneventful path
There is no love here and there is no pain
Love and pain are absent from this repetition
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is an indistinguishable repetition
Exactly the same
Emphasizing the exactitude and repetitiveness
Exactly the same
-Exactly the same
-Exactly the same
-Exactly the same
-Exactly the same
-Exactly the same
-Every day is the same
Summarizing the theme: Every day is the same
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