Year One

I'm sick of always being the underdog when I try so hard and

I wake up wondering what the answers are

Well, I - I guess I'll put it this way:

Dear Journal, this marks year one of writing you

I'm growing tired of all the world has put me through

And I can't live like this

Everything's a blur and I'm counting the hours until it'll end

Well could it be

That we are not so different, them and me

We all have but one purpose and someday they'll see that they can't live without it

They might just die without it

I hope the latter comes before they come for me

You know this is just blowing steam

But maybe this time it's worse than it seems

In a city by the sea

We would lie there, them and me

We would dance all night 'til the sun goes down by the hands of the powers that be

And you know this much is true

That we're living in a dream

But the day will come when we all look back on the disaster that we've seen

Dear Journal, this is the last I'm writing you

The pressure's high, I'm going insane, how 'bout you

And I can't live like this

All the world's a stage

And here's one actor who will not conform to scripted days

You know this is just blowing steam

But maybe this time it's worse than it seems

In a city by the sea

We would lie there, them and me

We would dance all night 'til the sun goes down by the hands of the powers that be

And you know this much is true

That we're living in a dream

But the day will come when we all look back on the disaster that we've seen

Bordered by the ideals we encounter everyday

Oh, I tell myself, there's got to be another way

Bordered by the ideals we encounter everyday

Oh, I tell myself, there's got to be another way