Every day is exactly the same
their eyes piercing into my sheer exterior
hollow, spilling out from the inside this time
writing on a scrap of paper, with bleeding ink
hoping someday, someone might find
where i've hidden you, somewhere behind
i'm still inside me, seeping through
i wish this could have gone a different way
but i don't know what else i can do
i repeat the same routine every day
to think i used to have a purpose, then again
maybe i never did, could've been a dream
i used to have my own voice, but now
i've lost a choice, and i don't want them to
drag me down, drag me to where i once was
where every day is exactly the same
i can sense that they all notice
the change in me, sometimes i still pretend
but i'm fooling no one, will this nightmare end?
i can tell you exactly how and when it will
though i can't tell you how and when it began
ripping up a piece of paper they won't find
hoping someone takes the time to fit the pieces
back in the places i meant for them to stay
i wish this could have gone a different way
but i don't know what else to do
every day is exactly the same
