I guess it’s another day
Nothing’ll change
I’ll just put on a pair of headphones
and lie here, listenin to them say:
‘You’ll make it far, you’ll get away, you’ll get mad, but it’ll be alright"
I know that already…. I’m not afraid of that.
I just know that it’ll be the same.
I’ll never see 'The end of days’
The days GOOD, but after a while I just hate the word Redundant
That’s what this is

So I’ll wave goodbye to my grandfather

And as I 'smile’, I’m feeling better, 'I guess’
I’ll learn to deal with it.
“It’s time to grow up, kid.”
I’ll get used to the idea…. but there’s no plan-in this.

I just hate when things are 'the same’
The same everyday
It’s still not a bad way, to 'live’
But I want something to change- is this what they call life?
Id this what i’ll work towards?
Too see another door.

What I’ll find behind it(?)… the cure.

I WANT TO GIVE IT ALL, AWAY, SO I CAN HAVE A DIFFERENT DAY!
I POINT AT THE MIRROR, LOOK AT MY FACE!
IS THAT THE SAME GUY?!
Maybe it’s some sick 'Ground Hog’s day’
The littlest things, do in fact change…
Maybe I’m never satisfied…

I have a phobia, I wont die.

When things are the same, (IM AFRAID), I’m stuck in a cycle, Im goin away!
Thank you PARENTS, FORGIVING ME FEARS
Loneliness, and same same years…
Thank you love for letting me know, that that’s not all but the end of this show
I’ll take it with me and know…:

Welcome, paradise
To the 'Adult Life’