I believe I can see the future 
Cause I repeat the same routine 
I think I used to have a purpose 
But 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 [bad word] around 

Oh, no 
 [bad word] ] 
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, yet I still pretend 
I can't remember how this got started 
But I can tell you exactly how it will end 
 [bad word]  

I'm writing on a little piece of paper 
I'm hoping someday you might find 
Well I'll hide it behind something 
They won't look behind 
I'm still inside here 
little [bad word] 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