Every Day Is Exactly The Same

i believe i can see the future
because i repeat the same routine
i think i used to have a purpose
and then again that might have been a dream
i think i used to have a voice
now i never make a sound
i just do what i've been told
i really don't want them to come around
oh no

every day is exactly the same
there is no love here and there is no pain
every day is exactly the same

i can feel their eyes are watching
in case i lose myself again
sometimes i think i'm happy here
sometimes i still pretend
i can't remember how this all got started
but i can tell you —exactly— how it will end

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
i'll hide it behind something
they don't look behind
i am still inside here
a little bit comes bleeding through
i wish this could have been any other way
i just don't know what else i can do

every day is exactly the same