I believe I can see the future, 'cause I repeat the same routine.
I think I used to have a purpose, then again, it 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, 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, yeah I still pretend.
I can't remember how this 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 peice of paper, I'm hoping someday you might find.
I'll hide it behind something they won't look behind.
I am still inside here, but a little bit comes bleeding through.
I wish this could have been any other way, but I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do.

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.