Another day of picking myself up by the laces And getting through until my day ends Another week passes and I'm just as lost As the week before Except I'm starting to get used to Another day of picking myself up off the floor And telling myself I don't need you or anyone Another week goes by I'm talking to myself more and more At least I'm starting to get used to Feeling alone Feeling alone has never been so uncomfortable I'll talk to myself until I get the answers That I've been looking for I don't need you, or anyone And I'll always be uncomfortable What's another day of pushing my feelings by the waste-side Another job that can't get done right Another week passes and I'm down on my luck I'm over and under I don't give a fuck Another Miss Perfect I Wasted my Breath on and I'm Paranoid as fuck! Another day of picking myself up by the laces And getting through until my day ends Another week passes and I'm just as lost as the weeks before Except I'm starting to get used to sleeping alone