No difference between each day
It might seem like I'm dumb
Clueless about why my feelings decay
But everything just feels so numb
Bad news used to leave me feeling sad
Good news used to lift me up
Somehow the only thing I become is mad
Motherf*cker, I don't give a crap
Just a facade to appear normal
A face which is more like a mask
As an observer I raise my fist
Because I'm not only here to exist
On this sacred day
Standing together; arm in arm
We all open our eyes and start to see
There's more to living than just being here