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