Used To It

So from this place beneath the tree
I realize the world’s not meant for me
Better get used to it
I tried to recover and save myself
But someplace is the same as someplace else
Better get used to it
If I could only write it off
As a thought out of 3 a.m. darkness
If I could only write it off
As a storm whose cruelty is meaningless
But I realize this is not a world meant for me
Until that moment when I am set free
Better get used to it
If I could only write it off
As a thought out of 3 a.m. darkness
If I could only write it off
As a storm whose cruelty is meaningless
I’ll be here all day unless I’m gone
Got no more games to lean upon
Better get used to it