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